I seem stuck between the sillouette of my past and the face of my future, trying to find a place for myself, my voice. am stuck between and among cultures, one which celebrates the individual, the other which says you can only be defined through community. Why should I choose? Community gave rise to this voice, it gives it strength and direction but for it to be meaningful, I need to be able to speak, to speak my truth, to uphold myself, as an individual. So, then, I choose be an enigma, more than self, more than community, a voice earnestly searching to define its purpose and call.