In the fenced in field in which we live,
we presume to be free.
We will run quickly and kick our heels high,
and though the late shadows chase us,
we will not see them.
In the end, the night will fall,
and we will sleep deeply,
even through the howling wind,
we will not awaken.
we presume to be free.
We will run quickly and kick our heels high,
and though the late shadows chase us,
we will not see them.
In the end, the night will fall,
and we will sleep deeply,
even through the howling wind,
we will not awaken.
2 comments:
In the long run.. we're all dead. So why don't we break the fence? Maybe some of us do.
A.
I suppose that death is the final fence in a long series of cattle gates to scale, both personally, and as a society. Although I continue to hope that, as a society, we can persuade death to stay at bay for a few more centuries at least. Maybe even a millennia or two.
Cat
Cat
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