0-393-04702-4 - Survivor - Chapter 11 (Isolation) lyrics

People always ask if I was scared or excited or what. According to church doctrine only the firstborn son, Adam, would ever marry and grow old in the church district. When we turned seventeen the rest of us, me and my seven brothers and five sisters, would all go out for work. My father lives here because he was the firstborn son in his family. My mother lives here because the church elders chose her for my father. People are always so disappointed if I tell them the truth, that none of us lived in oppressed turmoil. None of us resented the church. We just lived. None of us were tortured by feelings very much. That was the complete depth of our faith. Call it shallow or deep. There was nothing that could scare us. That's how people raised in the church district colony believed. Whatever happened in the world was a decree from God; a task to be completed. Any crying or joy just got in the way of your being useful. Any emotion was decadent. Anticipation or regret was a silly extra; a luxury. That was the definition of our faith. Nothing was to be known. Anything was to be expected. In the outside world, Adam said it was a bargain with the devil that powered automobiles and carried airplanes across the sky. Evil flowed through electric wires to make people lazy. People put their dishes back in the cupboard dirty, and the cupboard washed them. Water in pipes carried away their garbage and sh** so that it was someone else's problem. Adam pinched my chin with his thumb and forefinger and leaned down to look me straight in the face, and said how in the outside world, people looked in mirrors. Right in front of him on the bus, he said, people had mirrors and everyone was busy seeing how they looked. It was shameful. I remember that was the last haircut I got for a long long time, but I don't really remember why. My head was a bristling field of straw with just the short hairs that were left. In the outside world, Adam said, all the counting was done inside machines. All the food was fed to people by waitresses. The one time he left the colony, my brother and his wife and the church elder who escorted them stayed overnight in a hotel in downtown Robinsville, Nebraska. They didn't any of them sleep. The next day the bus brought them home for the rest of their lives. A hotel, he told me, was a big house where a lot of people lived and ate and slept, but no one knew each other. He said that described most families in the outside world. Churches in the outside world, my brother told me, were just the local stores that sold people lies made up in the distant factories of giant religions. He said a lot more I don't remember. That haircut was sixteen years ago. My father had sired Adam and me and all fourteen of his children by the time he was the age I am now. I was seventeen years old the night I left home.