Life's the Same You're Shakin' Like Tremolo

When we lock up the man, it's like locking up part of our own human potential--the part we fear.

But we are all locked up in our own prison.

If I could give a turning word, to help you see, to help me see, to set us free,  I certainly would.

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It would convenient if we could simply go to the nearest Walmart and purchase our turning word.   We can buy everything else right?  Instead, our thoughts seem to be held captive by the tumult and shimmer of the artificial world.  Stereotypical mental content coming to us from the outside.   Echoes of a soulless world.

To get by, we have the illusion of the superhero.  Its us against the world.  Its us getting by in the world.   If we are creative it can be something creative.   The good wife and mother.  The good provider.  The "naughty" librarian.   The intoxicated monk.  

And I have been imprisoned in this fox body since I was born.  But my illusion of cleverness is no longer a shield.  Now all that remains is the illusion.  Not super, certainly not a hero.

The whole world could change and we wouldn't even know it.

It's like we are on a plane, moving fast, and you think that you are standing still.

Sitting in motion.  Or moving in stereo.

What lies within the secret compartment?

L.A. Guns.  Lots of bike rides to the winery.  And graphic novels about superheroes.  Can't you tell?