Mara Jevera Fulmer
As I led this varied group of wary travellers
from Flint to Fiji and return, I found myself wondering and wonderous
of the interweaving of realities that we were all experiencing.
My self-defined worlds had criss-crossed and were
now as mixed up, beautiful and sometimes dark as an elaborate tapestry.
Later, when attempting to examine the group in
a more academic way, I found
myself marvelling at the colors and patterns that emerged in the
cold data indicating when students would intermix with each other,
forming bonds of understanding that have carried them forward. For
me, it was the means by which I stepped into the abyss of cross-threaded
realities, like being in the midst of a distorted dreamscape.
And as such, I find my soul still anxious, as
I ponder the ultimate question:
Is life really but a dream?
revised October 31, 2002