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People live inside their monochromated lives looking out of curtailing boxes that they can't perceive. A fragment of the-whole of what is life like a shadow-puppet-version that is actually a dream. A brave soul in a fit of lucidity might see the seams, on occasion, and approach the walls to pull back a corner of the cellophane. Only then can they see and gaze with wonderment upon the bounteous acres of trees, grass, and cerulean open space. They learn that the factory of life which they were given a role in was but one of many possible roles - for freedom loped outside without bounds and had always been there for them to join. They could put down their pen and sewing needle for a taste at the reins of a crisper destiny but could not take others with them unless they could convince them of what is outside. |
Copyright ©2020 Ashi Shadow -8/25/20 not completely satisfied but satisfied enough for now.
It has references to the Allegory of the Cave (Plato).