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[johannm]

Lo, there do I see my mother, and my sisters, and my brothers, Lo, there do I see the line of my people, back to the beginning, Lo, they do call to me, they bid me take my place among them, In the halls of Valhalla, where the brave may live forever... but I don't see them, they are not there and I stand alone from those near me...where is the

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[anonymous]

frustrating ain't it...probably why so many accept beliefs without question.

[flavius_m]

Just ran into this and... yes and yes. I have spent a lifetime not belonging, first as an outsider in my own town, in my own culture. These days I hang out with some lovely people, some of whom are really good friends but I still feel like I don't entirely belong to any of those groups. Maybe it is a more common thing than I thought when I was a kid and it may be that this is why people so readily accept the faith of their fathers, the colours of the local football club and political party -we do have a need to belong to a tribe and I never wholly do. Bit of a bind but we plod on, I s'pose.