At the height of the Vietnam War, with the specter of the draft staring over my shoulder and my personal life feeling—and future prospects looking—like a total zero, I was overcome with depression, despair, and a sense of futility.
The need to establish an indestructible sense of identity was glimpsed by the Psalmist: "In God I will praise his word, in God I have put my trust; I will not fear what flesh can do unto me.
