An innocent mind embarks on a journey, starting at a particular point, not knowing what shape will be formed. Could it be a circle? Who knows?
He or she gets on a conveyor belt that weaves in and out of several bends, but the overview of the journey is not apparent to the wayfarer. One would need to observe from a distance to get a panoramic view.
Contemporaries begin their journeys at the same time, criss-crossing paths form within the big picture, where they sometimes stop to engage with other in reflection about their experiences.
Phasing in and out of the past and present, they still need to keep their seatbelts fastened, to deal with the future.
There are moments however, when it becomes obvious that belonging and being part of a cohort are not things that one can consciously choose.
