THERE IS NO BOND THAT CAN UNITE THE DIVIDED BUT LOVE: ALL ELSE IS A CURSE. I-41
For I know that in me (that is, in my flesh,) dwelleth no good thing: for to will is present with me; but how to perform that which is good I find not. For the good that I would I do not: but the evil which I would not, that I do. . . . For I delight in the law of God after the inward man: But I see another law in my members, warring against the law of my mind, and bringing me into captivity to the law of sin which is in my members.--Romans 7:1
"A wild creature lurks in my soul, and it longs to sail free
through endless skies.
Yet I have spent my life building my own cage. I tie each stick into place as if my
life depends upon it. My mother taught me, and her mother taught her, and her
mother taught her.
It is what we do. Humans cage things. Dogs, turkeys, and hawks. We
corn, beans, and squash. Any wild strain is promptly plucked out and killed.
Especially if the strain grows in our own hearts.
Wildness is dangerous.
So we line the deserts with roads. That way no one ever strays
from the path.
We build huge houses to separate ourselves from earth and sky, then paint
our walls with majestic images of mountains and rainstorms, and ask, 'Don't
they look real?' We busy ourselves making lamps and torches, and boast that
we're not afraid of the dark.
But in our hearts, we are afraid.
For all our efforts, the pretty cage is not safe. A desperate
hunter beats his
wings against the bars, longing for a leap from a towering cliff, or to dive through
rain-scented storm winds.
The hawk below me screams again. The shrill desperate cry echoes
from the hills,
and in my soul.
I know how she feels.
Inside the cage, the hunter can only hunt himself."--People of the Silence
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