Dear Journal,

Well, it's the first day of school. it's amazing how familiar and strange the school is, depending on what you think. They have holidays that are assigned depending on the tradition for hundreds of centuries--unlike the communities, which didn't have such ideas--and familiar, because of the instructors and the seriousness that people just didn't seem to understand... like Asher.

Gabriel has started Preschool, a school for Fours and Fives. It's strange... schooling for people in the community started at threes, and this time.. fours. Most of all, children weren't known as Threes, Twelves, and whatevers... they were known by names. There was no such thing as a number to characterize an individual. For an individual they were. I worry about Gabe. He's way too happy-go-lucky.. but he will learn quickly. I know it.

What I worry most is the fact that Gabe would take his overactive imagination with him and be known as a strange liar. He isn't... he just has strange dreams and can remember what happened back then... the community...

It still bothers me. Gabe doesn't deserve to remember such things. He's so innocent... and the idea would only change the way others would think about him. Who would believe the fact that there is a land with no choice, color.. no past?

There's so many choices in this world... imagine!! You can choose your jobs, your wife, your future... it doesn't matter what you do, they just accept you. Your whole future is in your hands... but if what you choose is wrong, than there's no one to help you.

I wish I would make the right choices. It'll be hard... but there are such things as people who have gotten through all right, even though it was hard. I'll rely on their strength and their wisdom as I go along my trail of Elsewhere.

Wish me luck,
-Jonas