Trying to write this story I am reminded of another. In the moment that I remembered I felt all that I knew; feelings and reflections in this lifetime recalled, no stranger, even to “me”.
So I remembered I knew him since forever and, at that, simultaneously reacted to new knowledge of what had happened since last we were aware of each other. My soul, *I* was furious, I could feel the heat in my countenance rising. This was beyond me, yet, I thought, as I know but I do not know what it is I am angry for. His life revealed mistreatment and pain so inside me she raged at this. He asked ” Who are you to me?” The juror repeated “Who are you to this person?” From the depths my voice was stern and metered as it spoke – I AM YOUR KEEPER.