At 15, walking away from the ghetto with only a suitcase, The old stride difficult to keep pace. Would Aristotle accept ones who denied his categories, Jesus loves all even if some cannot believe the greatest story. At 30, I threw out the welcome mat, what happen to that comet with my thinking hat. What happen to Voltaire's freedom of expression, my tabula rasa overflows to the right depression. At 50, lost. At 60, seeking - See more at:... Sign in to see full entry.