Yesterday this days' madness did prepare,
Tomorrow's silence, triumph, or despair:
Drink! for you know not whence you
come nor why,
Drink for you know not why you go
nor where.
-Omar Khayyam
As when approaching a gorge only to
find our only means of crossing a dilapidated
cord bridge, so too the first time
we are drawn out of our childhood
into the more adult world away
from home. We are faced with
the choice of walking alone,…
