Mine was no sudden conversion, no thunderflash on the Damascus Road. I can set no time to it, nor does it seem to be accomplished even yet. To be honest, it came with mumblings. It’s hard to tell now if the voices have always been there. Perhaps not. Perhaps they go back only a few years or even months, yet I cannot remember a time when I’m sure they were not there. Not, you understand, that I’ve ignored them; just never listened. Now I think they may be important; they are at least constant companions. It’s hard though to make out what they say. I suppose I should wish I had listened more attentively, but there is time enough. there is time and the voices still mumble. Lately they began to irritate me. I spoke to them sharply, “Speak distinctly or not at all.” They seemed to chuckle for a while then slipped below the threshold of my hearing. I pray that I have become temporarily deaf and that the voices are still there. For my memory of them is fading and if they themselves are gone I will be alone. When the mumbling voices were here, I was never by myself.