Editor’s note: This is a reprinted column from Jack Purcell’s “On the Journey” archives. It originally appeared in The Star in 2013.
It seems like every generation of people on this part of the globe are asking the same questions. Who am I and why am I here? The interesting thing is few seem to know the answers to those questions.
It reminds me of the story about the two drunks standing on a street corner at night. One pointed to the streetlight and said, "Is zat da moon up there?"
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