“.The man on the street corner realizing
that darkness was nearly upon him started shouting out his friends name.
What reverberated back to him was his own voice as it echoed through
the city streets. Pounding his right fist into his open left hand, he fought
hard to recall a mental image of his friend, but his visual representation
could not be conveyed or understood by those who attempted to assist
him in his search. Out of politeness they asked the man on the corner to
slowly describe his friend to them. But, alas, they never stayed long
enough to hear his passionate words.”