.. "Fold (not) your wings that you may pass through doors, nor bend your heads that they strike not against a ceiling, nor fear to breathe lest walls should crack and fall down.
You shall not dwell in tombs made by the dead for the living.
And though of magnificence and splendour, your house shall not hold your secret nor shelter your longing.
For that which is boundless in you abides in (a place), whose door is the morning mist, and whose windows are the songs and the silences of night."
Full length poem here, which is magnificent:
-Khalil Gibran
http://www.katsandogz.com/onhouses.html
I am thinking of the hard times being faced by those I love, and people I've never met whose lives are being made harder, sometimes almost unbearable, by ideology espoused Robber Barons.
I am hoping for the time when the middle and working class remembers it's power and comes out of their houses to vote and protest, and changes the world again as it has done so many times before.
Colored pencil drawing from about 1990.
