When We Are Loved...
There’s a bloke that used to stand on a corner opposite Westfields Parramatta. There, at the lights, he spruiks his particular line of religious belief with passion and desperation. Occasionally someone will sidle up and engage him in a conversation that encourages and affirms his hard-line, narrow stance. Occasionally someone who had time and energy to take him on did so, but he gave no ground. His size and fierce, passionate manner was intimidating, and most people simply ignored him and couldn’t wait to cross the road.
