I get a stab of panic when I see tribes in the jungle who have this whole other way of seeing the world than myself. I wonder how they view things and whether I have the proper grasp of what it is to be fully human, or have a complete life/ soul. Then I wonder if I'll ever get to long enough hours, see enough, and understand more than i've been given. Leave a record of what I see so it's considered important or worthwhile- and what'll happen to me afterwards.
My first morning in Maine when I was walking through the rain early in the morning, I came upon a man who hadnt shaved, was dressed like he seemed; out of his mind with grief or drugs, screaming "Jimmy, Jimmy". Moved and scared, I really wanted the right person to answer him.