No mountains. No dry air. No 10,500 foot vistas. No Ponderosa Pines. No endless stars in a visible sky.
I am in the midst of a metropolitan area which is vibrant of life, vibrant of activity, vibrant of movement. There is no stillness to listen to the wind. There are minimal movements in which wildlife acts and surrenders to total freedom. Birds act as birds would in the deep deep wood, without any regard for the car parked on the street ten feet from where the chirp.
The seemingly nieve act of existing and operating in total confidence of being free makes one deceives oneself in the cage that we lock outside of us. This cage being: Bricks. Cars. Obligations. Duties. Relations. Ignorance.
Total freedom comes with: Exploration. Wonder. Hope. And, hopefully, in the end: discovery.
--This is with both the tangible world, and within ones self--
But, might you say, the cage lead us to discovery? And in this cage, might we find the tools, the instruments, the knowledge to unlock the cage to let us free. Might both just be in harmony with one another?
I would hope so. For, if not, whats the point of even existing inside this cage?
