Wrapped about us like a glove invisible through our eyes Yet, essential to our being Certain. “As familiar as the back of my hand” It is ours. Irrevocably. In some cultures, the language reflects this knowing, this awareness of self and other. I grew up in such a culture. Not by nationality, language or dialect Not by accidental happenstance, but by intent and design. By those who came before me in my family. From my mother’s family,welll before I arrived, the family spoke ‘Quaker’ or, ‘familiar’ English I grew up in a familiar world of ‘thee’ and ‘thy’ and an unfamiliar world of ‘you’ and ‘yours’ As I watch the…