Heretics in the Wild
…My friend was upset because my stance had opened the fence of a well-manicured lawn of cultural comfort. A culture with clear parameters of what is acceptable and what is not. I was allowing the wild to enter a domesticated region of belief.
Heretics Can’t Go Home
…But as much as I’ve loved the journey, there are times when I look back over my shoulder, and feelings of nostalgia catch up to me and tap me on the shoulder. In those moments, I find myself wondering if I’d be happier if I could go back to the start and enjoy the comforts of the familiar.