Past the Periphery (where new castles are created)

For longer than I care to recall, I was caught up inside the city's walls and occupied with its streets, amusements, and its special possibilities for patronage. The city had lost its walls long ago, but the comfort of its annual rhythms, and the magnetism of its social life, kept me captive - though I was as free as a Roman to wander on. Each of us is looking to possess something that can appreciate and bring us riches. In the city this something tends to be ourselves. We fall into the routines of making a name for ourselves, playing ricochet as our moniker bounces off buildings and street corners, raising our local market value bit by bit. Out in the periphery past the settlements lay fields, forests and valleys where rumors of riches dwell but few people. One's name doesn't go far whatsoever out there, except maybe as chains or furlongs of echoes. Self-image quickly evaporates as the rules of the city fade, giving way to a new dimension of development. A dimension based on personal

For longer than I care to recall, I was caught up inside the city's walls and occupied with its streets, amusements, and its special possibilities for patronage. The city had lost its walls long ago, but the comfort of its annual rhythms, and the magnetism of its social life, kept me captive - though I was as free as a Roman to wander on. Each of us is looking to possess something that can appreciate and bring us riches. In the city this something tends to be ourselves. We fall into the routines of making a name for ourselves, playing ricochet as our moniker bounces off buildings and street co