A man or woman can sometimes live their entire life somewhere, in a community of close knit people, and still never make themselves or their beliefs known. They can interact on a daily basis, in what seems like more a family than a town and still not trust those very people, enough to speak freely. We can explain our religious and political differences, talk about those who come and go over the years, lament over the yearly loss of the quaintness of a place feeling the times, losing its timelessness, but we are so involved, as the rest of the world is, in playing the role we have assigned ourselves, that we grow insecure in the fear of damaging that image.