To celebrate the harvest season in July 2189, villagers dressed in costumes and wore handmade ritualistic masks. I wore a hand carved wooden mask of the sun that Misty had carved for me. More than just a joyous outlet, dancing and singing during the festival connected us with the earth, the sun and the moon. Although I never embraced religious pantheism as others did in the community, the dance and song made me feel a sense of belonging not just with the others but with the earth.
As was customary every July 4 th , Misty honored the contributions of the village elders. “Our brother, Jeff has lived here a dozen years. Yet, he can’t help looking back at his legacy in medical research as the only contribution on which we should judge him. He still judges himself by the individualistic stan
