Title: seeing belief in a previous text entitled: humanity in reality 29/1/2004 the term "faith in belonging" seemed far less appropriate to describe, the personal experience of being within our great and amazing but impersonal society! although i can attribute many various seams of belonging inside our society, few people or organizations, seem to me, to be and play faithful roles in our society. does the role of social citizen seem to be faithful? and what does the role of civil servant seem to be? automatically we seem to limit our associative roles when we meet a stranger and in service in our society. you may ask to interupt our busy schedules to indulge, but you may have to be a really playfull peace clown to change well warn expectations about our roles. though some socialites seek and offer much more. the mainstream of society are cautious to change. what is the connection between these strangers? does our society enjoy any faithful organizations? the inter-weaveing of my story with your own, when i meet you, and you with me, even when i am open to you, will require much opportunity, so i can meet with you, and me, in many ways. nevertheless, even when we are not much open to meet we each compose a story about each other and society. when i meet people or when i come into an event or an organization i assume so much before i can really discover. when i meet another and others, i meet myself again together with those around me. as persons, as small groups and as organizations, and as a society we learn to uncover our beliefs. we compose our story and we may converse about it. the story of my society, as it seems to me, is without enough journey, culture and being. so, to feel i belong, i seek to compose, in my reality, such a story. i have indeed been influenced by much religion. i feel i understand the confusion it offers me. Dear reader, in all honesty, until i can first heal my relationship with the great and powerful impersonal society, i must surely be a person fantasizing, as i lovely child tends to do, of a greater belonging in a journey story with my humanity. and further, in all honesty, until i learn to compose a telling story about journey, about my family and my community how will i learn to compose my journey story about my great and awesome city society? do i imagine all these belongings in confusion? i better ask my friends what they think about. anyway, i learn to compose and weave this fabric of many threads. All this seeing and believing, is mine but not mine alone. i compose my personal story, its true. it seems i compose in relation to you. do i believe you really exist? are you out there, somewhere? are you, as you seem to me, in some way, already in my writing? are you, are we, in my personality? are you, are we, in my being? Being and becoming, what a journey? what a story? and the story continues, as i learn to rename humanity inside my sense of a greater reality. yehoshanah 6th of Feb. 2004