Sunday, May 07, 2006
We're Going to Jersey?
There is a moment in every man's life when he must commandeer his own fate and captain the ship his father set sail but which he must bring to port. The time before this moment is both indeterminate and indefinite. Up until this one point, a step astray is no more than another tack along the course charted by his father. Once the moment is in set however, but before the compass and chart have changed hands, every man will see a sign, and the sign will make him fear that he will fail. In this bad omen, even a brave man may find some relief--for it suggests to him that he may yet defer his responsibility and wait in the shelter of his father's house longer still. That the man feels this relief, however, is no cause for blame. Only a naive man who has never seen the ocean does not balk when he is must chart a course in stormy seas. Any man's feelings may out themselves in this time before the storm, but only a coward's will linger when he takes the helm.
We're goin' to jersey?, we ask.
Maybe.
