My Hump. Another way to look at the presence I am aware of which keeps me company here at Club Fed is the following passage I came across while reading Tom Robbins book "Still Life with Woodpecker." (Note to various posters: No, I do not only read erotica.)

"The camel has a big, dumb, ugly hump. But in the desert, where prettier, more streamlined beasts would quickly die of thirst, the camel survives quite nicely. As legend has it, the camel carries its own water, stores it in its stupid hump. If individuals, like camels, perfect their inner resources, if we have the power within us, then we can cross any wasteland in relative comfort and survive in arid surroundings without relying on the external.

Often, moreover, it is our "hump" - that aspect of our being which society finds eccentric, ridiculous, or disagreeable - that holds our sweet waters, our secret well of happiness, and the key to our equanimity in malevolent climes."

The above two paragraphs certainly rang a bell the instant I read them. It is with the help of God, the people on the outside who have remembered me while I am in here, and of late, the positive comments provided by this blog, which have allowed me to transverse this arid place.

Yes, prison has helped me find my "hump", and the sweet waters have come not only from within myself, but also from those friends and loved ones around me in the free world.
  ¶ 8:41 PM