Sophomore Year I took an English course given by Mrs. Burns, a Grad Student working on her Ph.D . Her first assignment was for us to write a brief bio so that she could "get a handle" on our Minds ---blah-blah-blah. I gave NO thought to the assignment because I Thought it to be ridiculously E-Z . About week later she told us that she was exceedingly disappointed in our Efforts save for one . She held up MY submission and then proceeded to read it to the class . I was instantly SICKENED . I still remember the First Line : it was , "This is not my time", and from there I described my interest in Ancient Greece and Ancient Rome where the Soldiers wielded Swords, and Scholars were REVERED . I'm CERTAIN she had fallen in Love with me and that was corroborated when she interviewed us (me) , again, in order to know us better . She told me that she had perceived an "Independence based on Confidence" that I was comfortable "Standing alone" . 2 words : THAT was news to me !
NOW , I know that I have had MANY Lifetimes in Ancient Greece and the Far East, so I am almost grotesquely Familiar with the Ancients and turn to them to provide a Universal Perspective that has clearly withstood "The Test Of Time" . These Ancients ARE MY FOUNDATION, they Define my Academic Ventures, my Writing and Studies . Indeed, They Define my Existence .