This is just poetry. It won't save you, but it may locate you so that a rescue party can be sent out. — Dean Blehert

Sunday, June 3, 2007

Walls and Freedom

If we knocked down all the walls,
we'd be free--until all the ceilings
smashed us into all the floors.

[Note: Well, we could demolish the ceilings and floors too. That'd work.]

[Note: Not that I'm opposed to eliminating some walls, but a game requires barriers as well as freedoms.]

[Or, as Ludwig Wittgenstein probably never said to Bertrand Russell: "I am the wall, Russ." (Can't you hear Russell Crowe?)]

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