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B"H the buildings" as long as I could out but re mained ho meless for the week. Back quick as a rabbit to Safrascity. I had started to scout out dwelling places into which I could mo ve after the three weeks of my term by Truly Blue had expired. I'm now communicating fro m a time warp wherein I write these thought while riding a bus towards Lake Mayor, a woodsy suburb outside Safrascity where I plan to meet a potential landlady. An artist uses thick dark, heavy warm colors to indicate closeness. Color is the refraction of light off a che mica l configuration within the pris m of its particular molecular structure; the light waves vibrate with their pulsation and exist only as far as they ca n be seen. Experienced repeatedly or emphatically, they're co mmitted into the me mory of the perceiver, or pass into the vanishing point. Nothing tangible of their existence is measurable for its lack of significance in the moment of now. This insecurity is the being of the universe, its essence, and immobile silence. People's voice no longer articulates words, but only sounds that mean so mething to who m they're directed; directives require no explanation in a digital context. Dukes and duchesses dear, the journey of I AM is denial of reality; the events connected therewith, included. Well, where does the "I AM" consciousness fit into the concept of fa mily and the significance of our interrelationships? I could begin with gestation of the fetus in the wo mb of his mother; continue with the notion of the child developing in the hearth and home of his mother, brother, father, and sister. I agree with socia l scientists that purport that the personality of a child is fashioned by the age of five, completely formed only at the age of maturity; but with regard to language structures complete at the age of twenty. The relationship a child establishes with his mother, siblings, and father personifies and identifies his being for the remainder of his life. Pondering resp onsibility towards my mother, does the fact that she is "my" mother mean that I'm obligated to treat her differently than I might react to the situation of a stranger? Perhaps inclusion of loved ones in our identity is an expression of I AM. At an age when one's awareness of death became imminently inevitable, he or she develop s sensitivity to the process of decay, for instance beco ming worn down today; the individual will need a full day of rest on the morrow. The question may be raised as to 47