January 2010
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a rite of passage
“I want more than this,” said the boy. “I want more than the empty feeling in the pit of my stomach, more than the white noise in my brain when I try to sleep. I want to be full with joy, and hear the subtle sounds of a soul at rest.”
“Then my child, you would no longer be a child. You would have become a man.” Replied the aged elder, “and more of a man than myself.”