Today in class a special quote caught my attention in the story "Parker's Back." At first I passed it up and never gave it a second thought. When we read it in class and i thought about it I was cought in thought and spaced out for several minutes. My mind raced with the possibilities and the chances and hundreds of questions raced through my head like planes leaving a busy airport, flying all in different places and each carying passangers that leave for another trip once they reach their destination, many times landing in intersecting paths with others. This created a wed of thought that soon lost me so deep that I came back to reality in a daze. The question that sent me into this state was; "It was as if a blind boy had been turned so gently in a different direction that he did not know his destination had been changed." These are the questions that I loose myself in and I find to be thought changing. I live for the feeling of becoming lost in the infinate possibilities of paths and choises. Questions, like the ones this quote arises, can't be answered or written. The thought process can't be put to paper or even words. Every time I read a qoute or see something that provokes this kind of thought sea, I feel like a horse that has been cramped in a stable is set free to gallop endlessly on a beach. But reluctantly I come back to reality, I do have class.