i remember watching disney's glorified version of hunchback of notre dame years ago just to see quasimodo sing that wonderful song (but he never did).

right now i feel so quasimodo-ish, wanting to retreat to my own sanctuary, my version of the notre dame terrace -  looking down on all the people, wondering why i dont fit in , waiting for people to look straight into my eyes and speak to me like they know me.

the book tells me i'm a pilgrim and yes, i believe it i feel it; but sometimes walking along these roads i cant help but ask of the book why we all cant be pilgrims speaking the same language -  why we cant head for the same direction, why we can't all have the same heart.

sometimes i feel bad, being the unlearned one; why can't i be wise enough to understand things?

why can't i accept things?

Someday, when we are wiser
When the world's older
When we have learned
I pray, someday we may yet live
To live and let live

Someday life will be fairer
Need will be rarer
And greed will not pay
God, speed this bright millennium
On its way, let it come
Someday.

(Quasimodo of novaliches steps back, sighs and returns to his chamber.)