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.
Read the newspaper. What does it say? All bad. It’s all bad. People have forgotten what life is all about. They’ve forgotten what it is to be alive. They need to be reminded. They need to be reminded of what they have and what they can lose. What I feel is the joy of life, the gift of life, the freedom of life, the wonderment of life.
When my son was born healthy, I never asked why. Why was I so lucky? What did I do to deserve this perfect child? This perfect life? But when he got sick, you can bet I asked why, I demanded to know why. Why was this happening?
My name is Leonard Lowe. It has been explained to me that I’ve been away for quite some time. I’m back.
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