It occurred to Tom that there were fundamentally two ways to look at the world. One way was a narrow ditch with high walls, channelling him through to an inevitable future. The other an open field or meadow, brimming with life, options and possibilities.

He preferred the second way though it scared him as he felt it gave him more responsibility. “ I am the captain of my soul,” he thought and yet at the same time there were forces at work out of his control. This field though vast still had boundaries. “ if there is a God.” Thought Tom. “ I am not him.”