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How I see it, modern life forces us into moulds, it tells us when to rise via alarm clocks, it tells us what to wear, how to act, and most do not even notice how deeply this has come to affect their every being. Spirits are broken already at an early age, we are forced to conform under the whip of an unnatural lifestyle, and especially men have had their pride taken away, have their dignity trampled upon every step of the way.
Facetowardsfront mentioned something aout zoo and cages in one of his posts on this forum, and that is indeed true in my view, and there is an amazing poem that I stumbled over when I was only a child, and it touched me even back then very very deeply. It speaks in my opinion of something which has happened to us too, and most of all men, and it pains me so much to witness it all around.
This whole existence through I felt this and it scared me, and when I run with the hounds something within me feels relief and release as even though these dogs are a product of domestication, they nonetheless are still closer to their nature than what we are now to ours.
Many who will read this, I doubt will be able to truly understand what I am trying to say, not because they are stupid, but because of the very life I so hate we are all now living. We are not just ruled in regards to our daily routines, but right down to the way we think and feel.. and I have been despairing over this for decades already, losing hope more and more, and this is why I now run with the hounds instead, as that seems to be all that I have left to experience a natural freedom we long had torn from us...
The Panther
His gaze has been so worn by the procession
Of bars that it no longer makes a bond.
Around, a thousand bars seem to be flashing,
And in their flashing show no world beyond.
The lissom steps which round out and re-enter
That tightest circuit of their turning drill
Are like a dance of strength about a center
Wherein there stands benumbed a mighty will.
Only from time to time the pupil's shutter
Will draw apart: an image enters then,
Will travel through the tautened body's stillness —
To in the heart forever end.
(Rainer Maria Rilke - translation by Walter Arndt)