in whose parade am i travelin?

This is a question I am contemplating today... I am travelin not in my own strength but as part of a great and historic parade... see Paul's thoughts on this idea...

...we are part of a great historic parade on a great brightly lit boulevard, and those with whom we come in contact are either standing on the sidewalk watching or they, in some manner, are marching with us walking along on the sidewalk trying to learn more... there is an aroma being put forth by some in the parade that is like the wonderful smell of baking bread... this aroma draws some to join the parade...

but there are some of us who don't have such a nice aroma... people turn their head, they leave the parade behind and walk down a dark side street away from the light into sadness and sorrow...