I am tired from walking around Manhattan today with my younger son. We saw many, many different and interesting people doing interesting things. On the one hand it was beautiful for the space to be there for them to express themselves. On the other, people do seem to have to fit into a mold of fashion, expression, and mood.
We saw an old, tired dog with an old, tired owner. It seemed like the dog's station in life to have such an expression. Yet, the spirit never tires. Where is the castle of disconnection that lies within so many beings?
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