His gaze from staring through the bars has grown so weary, that it can take in nothing more. For him, it is as though there were a thousand bars and behind the thousand bars, no world. As he paces in cramped circles, over and over, his powerful strides are like a ritual dance around a center, where a great will stands paralyzed. At times, the curtains of the eye lift without a sound and a shape enters, slips through the tightened silence of the shoulders, reaches the heart, and dies.
The human spirit is more powerful than any drug. And that is what needs to be nourished. With work, play, friendship, family. These are the things that matter. This is what we’d forgotten. The simplest things.