Notes from the Dream (circa 1982-1986) - Stephen H. Wolinsky Ph. D.

The great lie of time, which promised a futureof peace -left us in the wake of the promise.Youth and its rewards were smothered by thepillar of compromiseCompromise had its promise only to awakento find that with each compromise it felt like Iwas amputating a part of myself almost like adeath of oneself.I began to feel like a fire that had beenquenched by water never to beignited again.Yes, I like everyone else had bought into thedream, theillusion of a future, a place where freedomfrom want wouldmanifest itself where I would be “taken off thewheel” or treadmill and be free once more.This illusion was shattered now, I was burnedout, like acandle that once glowed brightly with hope,and now hadextinguished itself in its’ own wax. No longerwas there evena flicker of hope in my heart. I was just anotherordinary personlooking to salvage and comfort my tired and37