the new freedom

there are still mustangs in montana.

horses running rampant taking the world for their own, they have no owner, no debts to pay. they spend their lives in runs over hills and in the munching of cool grass in meadows near streams with only the purest water. they drink from the rivers that filter freshness into the world.

last time i was there, i remember standing, just watching them, so beauitful, so free. left unchained, a mustang is one of the most beautiful creatures in all existence.

instead we lock them up and save them for our own purposes. not that that's any different from what we do to ourselves. we try so hard to outlast each other, to keep up with the joneses, to have the right car, the right husband, wife, family. we chain each other to our concepts of life. "it is little jonny's job to help fulfill my idea of life." we say silently to ourselves "he belongs to me, he is MY son."(or, "she is MY wife.")

why must we do to each other what we do to every other beautiful thing alive?

where exactly did we leave our ability to just watch and admire, run to the best of our ability, play in the streams, gather food, etc., then watch the others do the same. why must we constantly be in control of each other, in command of each other?

maybe it's better to leave the world with it's illusions of freedom.

2002-11-30 | 10:21 a.m.
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