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What’s in a label? whether sex, medical, gender, disability, an opening thought..

In On Art/writing/creativity, Philosophy..sociological commentary on May 22, 2009 at 6:23 pm

The Who sang  “Who are you? Who, who? Who the Fuck are You?”

I ‘ve been thinking about the politics of identity lately, and when I say identity I am referring to all the qualifiers that we adher to. Our political persuasions, our sexual affinities, our brand preferences and status symbols, our socio medical labels, and the roles we identify with…parent, son, wife of, ect..

What’s in a label? Foremost there is freedom and there is constraint. Labels are a signifier to ourselves and to others…a signifier that points to a set of expectations based on our assumptions and experience with the word itself.

We may labor under the constraints of a label, or we may take flight within the kernels of realities attached.

However as I type this I’m staring at an orange resting on its side that I just bladed in half. And it came to me..as the ramble jam that is often the way I muse is want to do..

that a label is like an unpeeled orange, you pick it up, you can see its external properties, you have an expectation of what it will taste like..

bladed in half though the interior reveals so much more orangatastik detail.

Fat pulpy segments, a wagon wheel, light and dark shadings, the seeded center, the promise of punch…

I tend to be label sensitive. I agree that they are necessary, and expedite time and expectations.

Tonight , tho, I am reflecting on the downside of labels, and our drive to nail down our human experience like a coffin, labels often serve the establishment, unless reappropriated by a subculture as its own,

and the most powerful drive in labeling is to establish norms..

and norms as we all know or we should are culturally and historically specific and serve the power of the status quo.

I’m not advocating anarchy or a silence epidemic..haha, but perhaps that is why I find some of my most truthful sentiments are expressed thru art and the poetic..the inside view of the orange..

“Who are you, who the fuck are You, you you..”

Take away your labels this evening. Just for a night. Without them are you naked? And is that freeing or frightening?

More to come on this topic..I’ve just begun. Someone shut me up, please..laughing…I am not speaking to D/s here..I am speaking to the power of language across all spheres of internal and social experience, how we come to “know’ ourselves..and represent that to the world around us..

my next post on this will be speaking to the facsism and freedom inherent in language..with a focus on disability semantics..



Me or We..Have we become a culture of Uber narcissm?

In 1, Philosophy..sociological commentary on May 14, 2009 at 9:34 pm

I’m musing this eve on narcissism and its colonization of western cultural values. I’m thinking about the whole on line proliferation of easy access to self promotion and its fracturing of the self.

Identity has become fluid, coursing thru the bits and bytes, spawning multi representations of moments along our own personal timelines, thru photoblogging, self confession, self expression…

… given unbelievable latitude and longitude..
( ha! think cock pics)

In the lifetime of the average blogger here, the majority between 30 and early 50’s..technology has created a world wherein we have become our own front page headline, our own press and paparazzi, capable of extending our virtual viral vibes into the eyes and minds of a multitude, our reach, global.

The scale boggles the mind, if we stop to think about it.
But given the intimate settings from which many of us write, our own dens, living rooms, bedrooms, ect, do many of us really STOP to think about it?

I think perhaps we have become more cynical and jaded as a result, more isolated in our social contact, if we define social time as time spent offline, face to face, flesh to flesh.
Many people spend their working hours in office cubicles or oout tof the home, and then their spare time surfing..

We have developed new skill sets to deal with cyber intimacy, whether it be friendships with those of like affinities, or
lovers….we have sharpened our abilities to write of self as object,as our lives as quasi fiction..magical realism genre..as ourselves as brands.

Are we narcissists as per the old definition? Consumed by self?
Or is that definition somehow wanting, is there some new take, that perhaps sees liberation and the good in the democratizing of free speech, the democratizing of business, the extension of potential and reach beyond narrowly defined geographical and financial boundaries?

I’m not knocking the web, I am all over it, but at what point is it all over me?

I have always spoke to collective social values.
We built a nation on it here in Canada..we tend to the collaborative rather than the competitive, this however is rapidly altering.

I myself, remain collaborative in approach, reclusive though I may be at times, and solicitious of my own privacy in ways that may not be readily visible.

I spoke to Lucifer of my thoughts on this, and he had some interesting points to make which continue to flesh out this bird’s eye view of the topic..

The net is perhaps not unlike the splitting of the atom, can be used for unimaginable good and evil..neutral in itself if you take a post modern approach. Have we become as mini gods, fallen headlong into our own ever elusive images to the detriment of our worlds, or have they exploded expotentially?



This is not a new pattern that is emerging or has emerged, we're, an 
intelligent race, have been broadcasting our selves long before Ben
Franklin printed a news paper.  However started with Ben Franklin as an
official form of public media, not everyone had access to a press, nor
Franklin, to advertise their services, wares or offers, but as ingenuity
in humankind progressed the print form of media began to grow, and
provide access to those people who had something to sell, share or talk
about...including themselves.

The marketing of self is as old as history can record, there has always
been a hawker, yelling to sharpen your blade, or shoe your horse.  Sign
makers were told what the sign should say about Mary the seamstress and
this has not changed no matter how we evolve, what has changed is that
technology allows more access for the same behaviors...and reaches more

 From the print media to the radio, from the radio to the television.
Television expanding as megahertz grew and communications grew, along
with the cheapening of costs to make these marvels of modern technology,
so it comes to pass that the oldest of gratuitous marketing behaviors
became more and more creative, more and more revealing and more and more

The net is only the next step in this typical human pattern of sell,
sell, sell...and it isn't only capitalism, it is selling one's life for
the shear joy of being able to obtain attention, it is the selling of
ideas and beliefs but it is no different when Franklin started printing
the first Philadelphia Newspaper some 200 years ago, and the reality to
that is, we as a species have always found a way long before Franklin to
market what ever it is we had to say.

Is it all a genetically predisposed narcissisim?  Not by definition, but
who doesn't enjoy some type of positive attention?  We will evolve
further in technology, to a point where maybe we will no longer need to
leave our homes to attain physical gratification, just slip on the cyber
suit and get laid from translation of data.  Maybe we will have the
replication devices that make food from atoms, like in Star Trek, there
is no telling what the future will bring, but to believe that the
internet has proliferated this behavior is a mistake...we have been
doing it since man scrawled on a cave wall...

Musings from Lucifer and the cat

Zen masocattin. thoughts on power.

In D/s, Bdsm, Philosophy..sociological commentary on May 4, 2009 at 9:50 am

I was thinking this morning about my grandparents.

I have one surviving grandparent at this time, but all four left an indelible mark on the shaping of my character and choices…

Watching the unfolding of their lives as a child..seeking sanctuary in both homes at various times in childhood, I was blessed by both the striking lessons in the choices they made and gifted to watch the outcomes of their thought and action.

They all had all too common and harsh upbringings.

However the choices they made in adulthood, and the impact their unions as couples had on the family and community around them was rife with food for reflection.

One couple lived well into their late nineties, grew closer and closer to the light as they aged, their skin becoming luminescent ..parchment to some essence that graced those who were to cross the portal into their humble little home.

They were simple celtic folk, deeply bound to one another and the land, and family, a life carved deeper and deeper each year like the rings in the cross section of an old oak,

The rituals of morning and evening prayer, an ethic of treating well all passers by who broached their porch, and though they dispensed no graphic wisdom or advice, people left somehow larger, calmer, the edges smoothed, with a smile…

LIGHTENED by the increasing lightness and dignity and laughter of these two.

The other couple were caught in a bind as well, forged not by grace and acceptance of one another and family, but by hate, violence and pain.

The legacy lives on in both families lives, and to me is an awesome example of how every life has the amazing ability, the POWER ..no need for money or worldly power, but something deeper and stronger than all that..to create or destroy.

Every single one of us creates heaven and hell here on earth.
By our moment to moment choices, and behind the choices, moment to moment thought.

We ARE as fallen Gods and if the power of what is called god is the power to create, we miscomprehend how very charged and lethal OR life giving our lives as sign posts and actual lived versions of the ‘way ” are.

There is power in each of us, regardless of circumstances..stellar power, rife with significance.

We do not have to strive so hard to be “somebody”.

We are Somebody.

Right here, Right now. Whether in the ghetto, or on the hill..

Our power, is equal.

We assign godliness to our leaders as we equate them with power.

Those public and “out there” those that show their ‘surface’ to the many.

Heroes and heroines walk among us every moment, often seemingly invisible.

You and I are as gods..in our power to create anew , in our choices every moment..to bring hate and violence or peace, grace and laughter.

I know life is tough…

As the buddhists say..the first rule is “Life is suffering’

breathe that in. breathe it out. move thru it.

Accept this, chill, know your own divinity..smile, pause and
rock someone else’s world today with the grace that is you.

and let them rock you back….

does not have to be a Led Zeppelin dirge..it can be as quiet as just creating the space for another to be, in your prescence, quiet and witnessed.

Morning thoughts from cat, the zenmasocat.
big smiles.
have a great one.

Upcoming podcast and info on cyborg sexuality art series..

In D/s, Bdsm, Daily news update..art,writing, collaborations, upcoming events, Philosophy..sociological commentary on April 2, 2009 at 8:30 am

Soon to be on the website http://www.luciferlazerus.com, on my gallery page there, compliments of my partner, Lucifer..an audiocast version of my upcoming collection of some 30 poems , prose and commentary..The Psalm of the Masochist.

Re, the pic to the side..I did a series of pics exploring the relationship of the self and sexuality to the technological mediums that are morphing and merging with our experiences of the erotic.

I have written elsewhere that I do not believe that technology is conquering human sexuality so much as human sexuality is trumping technology, we are adapting it, rather than it adapting us.

I am going to be writing a series of commentaries on the cyborg self to complement the photos, some of which can be seen on http://www.deviantart.com under poecatt.

I was fascinated by the juxtaposition of the warmth of flesh and the expression of emotion thru the technologies of cam, phone, voice ect..the juxtaposition of metal and plastic and the distance experience with the realities of  an expanding view of what it is to be both erotic, and sexual …and in particular as this relates to D/s .

Wikopedia has stated under their definition of D/s that the number of relationships that are developing online has jumped prolifically within this community..there is much fodder for thought here, and I will be returning with several posts to this topic.

However, Wikopedia attributes the rise to the fact that the main elements at play in a D/s relationship are psychological and emotional..two arenas that can be as delved in thru these mediums as within the same physical space.

I am going to have alot of fun with the art for these pieces..stay tuned, and please offer up your thoughts and musings.

Just a dash, busy day. Check back for an expanded post tonight and over the weekend.

have a great one.


You Don’t need to Go looking for a Zen Master. He’s here, he is Now.

In 1, My journal, Philosophy..sociological commentary on March 29, 2009 at 3:03 pm

You don’t need to go looking for a Zen master.

I have been thinking about this recently. The Zen master is here now, it is in all phenomena that looms up in your world, both within and without.The Zen master lives on that line between reaction and response. The Pause.

I have been thinking about this recently because one, I’m given to weird flights of thought to begin with..and two, I was surfing thru  D’s amazing blog the other day and came across a post, which apologies, I cannot seem to find again,
wherein he talks about his now passed on grandmother’s, (I believe it was his grandmother, again I stand to be humbly corrected)

phrase that
“the Dead don’t grieve that we know of.”

Well, that kind of jumped out at me, and has been whirling around percolating ever since…
Do the Dead grieve?
Do they have moments of nostalgia?
All nostalgia and futuritus..some of us are more orientated to one affliction the more so than the other, but basically it all seems to stem from one great cosmic loin you know, LONGING,desire..anything that prevents us from being right here, right now.
Present and accounted for.
How many of us could say that we are truly present and accounted for moment to moment? That we are not addicted to nostalgiks or consumed by futuritus?

I want to learn to be in the now.OMG, I see so much craziness both within myself and others..from not being able to tolerate and have the peace of the now. To be unable to face what is in your face.

I was thinking lately how I wanted a mentor, I’ve had various formal mentors of varying stripes over my lifetime..and it has hit me in the past two days

that everybody and everything and every thought and feeling that comes my way is my mentor if I let it be.

The good, the bad, and the ugly.

that when I set anyone up to be my teacher above me, they are bound to fall eventually.

That the teacher is everybody and everywhere, a thousand faces, whatever shows up on my dashboard . The teacher is my reaction to it.

The teachable moment, when I put my weapons down, really and truly and let others be in my life as they are, and let myself be , moment to moment with THAT. How I am, how they are. Simple.

We are never going to escape emotion, and who would want to, it’s part of the human experience, we are not going to escape attachment and longing this side of the veil, and who knows if we even escape it the other side of the veil, as Doc’s statement ends..
” the Dead don’t grieve , THAT WE KNOW OF..”

What if they do grieve, what if they watch us and grieve for our pain, our convoluted webs, and the rain is simply their big fat tears of grief for us, washing our faces clean?

I don’t know. I don’t know if or where or how it stops..

I was thinking this morning about the most beautiful surroundings I found myself in a few years back when a couple living on the edges of the Old growth Cathedral forest in this renovated amazing trailer, renting it for a steal,invited me to spend some time there with them, and they were too strung always on drugs to really drink in the beauty around them,

and I would get up in the mornings and wander onto the wrap around deck and listen to the songbirds and want so badly to have a place like that for myself,

uncomprehending why they would medicate something, some old pain, whatever, we all carry it, so far out of them so as to not be in this awesome place.

The awesome place is the Now.

Of course I had an awesome teacher. I had a child who journeyed a full ten and a half years with me, both of us I believe with the full awareness that he could die at any moment,

and you know that was the thing I feared the most, and then finally one day it happened.

And I am still here.

Oh my God, I loved that child like I have never loved before or since. All I had was the now, and the now was sometimes godawful and sometimes pure rhapsody. But mostly just gift.

Maybe when I long and slip the bounds of the Now, in whatever situation, with whatever phenomena, or in whosever’s company..whenever I want something to be other than the way it is..not overall, but right here , right now, when I resist, maybe he does grieve for me.

And says, oh mama, you haven’t learned the lesson yet.His heart breaking…

I was thinking about how all was the now for him this morning, I was remembering him,he was almost blind, so everything was sound, and you could not creep up on that child on long shag carpet.

His head would turn and breathing shift almost imperceptibly..he would be attending to the moment.

I recalled the pain of leaving his hospital room late at night, when he was in, as he often was, and I would never creep out on him, I would always tell him I was going..

and then as I backed out of the room, my heart pounding I would watch his little face, listening, listening.

The Now was all he and I had.

He didn’t tell me he was going when he left for good..or maybe he just told me his whole life..

All I am trying to say this morning, is , stop trying so hard to live in nostalgia or the future, be right here now, now is the zen master, stop struggling so hard to conform everybody and everything to your will..let it all be..let them be, for god’s sake, let yourself be once in a while..

Everything and everybody is the Zen master, when you just let it be…

Not to be confused with complacency or hopelessness..no not at all. I fought for my son’s life the entire time he was with me.
Maybe he fights for mine now.

of course this could all be brought to you by a case of food poisoning I have from gleefully consuming a sushi salmon roll yesterday. WTF knows. or that I have reacted into several things in my own world in the past 48 and been less than ohmed out about them. 🙂

kata karma, rock on

love cat

Coming out in D/s..some thoughts and a call for commentary

In D/s, Bdsm, Philosophy..sociological commentary on March 16, 2009 at 11:28 am

I am a freelance writer.

I write in the D/s genre, I write on eroticism and sexuality. I also am a poet and a fiction writer.

My topics span the whole of my life in my various blogs on fetlife, deviant art, alt, and here. I am not limited by topic, my background academically is diverse including graduate work  in sociology and theology.

In short, I am fascinated by social behavoir, culture, and the way we think of ourselves and pathologize  alternative experience, whether it be the experience of the artist, the poet, those with so called disorders or, those who embrace alternative choices within that broad rubric known as our sexuality.

Coming out in D/s and Bdsm is a political act. It is saying I defy the so called cultural norms.

There are ramifications, professionally and the danger of being pigeon holed and held to a certain stereotype.

If you have come out publically about your experience within the alternative lifestyle, what has been your experience? How has your act of selfhood been received?

Have you experienced a negative fallout professionally?

Do you feel you have been taken less seriously as a writer, artist, professional of whatever stripe as a result?

What about its  impact on your social life?

Coming out in D/s and Bdsm..looking for commentary and discourse..what has been your experience?


The brain, theta, bdsm, and healing ,creativity, one of a series of posts..intro

In D/s, Bdsm, Philosophy..sociological commentary on March 16, 2009 at 10:35 am

I have decided to do a series of posts on a subject I have been researching.

My research has come out of questions that began to surface this autumn, questions that intrigued, troubled and fascinated me…

I have always been taken with the relationship of creativity to altered states, genius, and madness.I have been aware of my bipolar diagnosis since I was 16,and thru the jagged peaks and valleys of
my journey in this body and mind,I have sought out answers, answers to why I felt different, perceived differently, lived differently than many of my friends..

I have always been a risk taker,a dreamer, a spiritual orphan,…capable of intense hyper focus when captured by an interest, and yet to this day remain absolutely challenged as regards the more pragmatic and generic aspects of what I call the dailies.

When I crossed the threshold into bdsm, later in my life formally, than some others,it came as no surprise, I have always held out for what I call threshold experiences,be they the more extreme edges of sports, the men and career choices I have been drawn to..

I have loved crisis work, my masters concentration was in the arena of trauma, and the men I have been drawn to as lovers, have mostly been of an artistic or entrepreneurial bent themselves,other spiritual orphans, but as yin seeks yang, they have all unmistakeably held in common the stamp of the rebel, and been very naturally dominant in their personas.

With certain lovers, historically this has been a disastrous mating of mind and body..the less self aware these men were the more havoc they wreaked on my personal life.

It is crucial to understand ourselves if we are rebels or vicariously drawn to rebels, the fires within, come from a place science is now verifying in neuro research.

I have been receiving correspondences from others here who feel driven to create, or confused by the intensity of their attraction to what we call the lifestyle.

I have begun to ask myself as I observe certain things over and over among creative types..

What is neuro research discovering about those of us who thrive on the edge and the marginalized alternative life choices we make?

Why are many,( not all in the lifestyle )also highly stubborn original thinkers?

What is the relationship of what we call domspace and subspace, or shared trancespace and the appetite , even craving for it, to healing, brain patterning and individuality?

Many of us risk considerable public censure and fall out for our appetites, yet cannot turn from them..

I have begun to see correlations in my research and begun to find answers, and those answers have not come from anecdote, but science.

The leading edges of quantum physics,psychology, and sociologies are pointing us in a new direction..

where the links between altered states of consciousness, disorder/order and the ability to think in fabulously novel and
problem solving ways is unveiled..

Have you felt restless in your quest to self comprehend and integrate your own drives?

In a series of posts that follow, I am going to share what I am researching and the exciting hunches and ah ha moments I have been having..

I will attempt to credit all research or at the very least point you in some directions as to where this material lies.

I am a theta babe, I have always ridden that wave..

What about you?

Anything you want to comment on here, feel free, or if you haven’t a sweet motherfukin clue as to what I am getting on with here ask a question..

I am going to follow this post up, its been months in the making.


See other articles inthis archive on the brain, theta, Bdsm , healing and creativity

A closer look at the Malleus maleficarum..a cultural take on Witchhunts..and powerful women

In D/s, Bdsm, Philosophy..sociological commentary on March 14, 2009 at 5:29 pm

The Malleus Maleficarum, written in the year 1487 is a treatise penned to convince the populace of Europe of the existence of witches, the scope of their powers and how to prosecute and destroy them.

It is based on the christian beleif that the Devil is a real and powerful entity, witches are his cohorts,his greatest dominion is over human sexuality, and females being inherently more carnal than males, his preferred means of capturing and corrupting innocent souls. Loose women had sex with the Devil and from this act sprang their powerful depravity.

A direct quote from the Malleus..
” All witchcraft comes from carnal lust which in women is insatiable.”

Most women accused of being witches had strong personalities and were known to defy convention by stepping outside of the lines of proper female decorum.

Some hundred thousand women were beleived to have been murdered gruesomely in the european witch hunts….

Source: Wikopedia.


Kinda makes one stop and wonder over morning coffee.

There is Always a price for unconventionality and deviance from accepted cultural norms.
The power of female sexuality has always been seen as a threat to social cohesion , particularly in patriarchal societies.

Boldly sexual women, women with gifts of prophesy and healing, women with strength and charisma have long been identified as dangerous….

Deviance is a subjective state, norms being cultural ideologies, however there remains something timeless about the fear and disdain a woman free and in command of her own sexuality has inspired.

Within the kink community women have perhaps more freedom to identify, name and claim their own sense of sexual self..but even here there exist norms and taboo like boundaries.

I woke in an extremely foul mood, poured ground coffee directly into my mug,( as usual but today I was NOT amused that I in my five a.m state of distraction),almost began a couple of small fires…

Had a terrible nightmare, rife with symbolism intimate to myself (no, I did not call you..working on it…and now I’m considering the various times the strength of my outspoken personality and my unfettered embrace of the Erotic has raised eyebrows or cast dispersion my way.

Am I a witch? Hmmm…You decide.

Frowning, cat

On erotic art as Political expression

In D/s, Bdsm, Philosophy..sociological commentary on March 14, 2009 at 5:20 pm

I express myself artistically thru a number of mediums..my writing,photography,clay sculpture,textural collage, and movement.

I have never explored a direct merging of these forms, however of late I find myself drawn more and more to the use of multiple vehicles for the expression of self…(spurred in part by the piece Lucifer and I have been working on…)

In particular I have been musing on the opportunities afforded by multimedia performance pieces..the use of film,sound, the body and the body political to explore my own thoughts and emotions on sadism and masochism.

Of course it has been done before , but it has not been done by me.

I am particularly taken with the notion of an exploration of the strength and vulnerabilities of the body/self in relation to longing,loss,lust,liminal identities..( that is fluidity within the experience of self) and the borderlands of social correctness.

I am not so much interested in documenting the beautiful as the REAL.

Where we actually in fact , live.

I have been taking notes for a peice that would involve a plaster cast of my torso, that I would then deface with all manner of found object, wire,nail, ect. Slogans, epiphanies, scraps of poems, words I have been called in both situations of lust and rage…slut whore bitch & thru the working on the peice , process..mine, would wed herstory and the present.

I am 45.You could not pay me to time travel back to 20. this body has seen me thru the birthing of babies, near death encounters, loss, love , lust, pleasure and deep grief.

It is not the body of a teen. But it has been where I have lived and sojourned for almost five decades, and it is strong, beautiful( to me), capable, erotically responsive, and ALIVE.

I’m not barbie. Those that love me..as family , friends and lovers..have embraced the form I come in. I embrace it as well.

It is my home. It is going to be fun to work on this piece..
it symbolizes when done, the shedding of a skin
& moving on.

Lost in thought..who else that comes here works in other artistic mediums as part of personal and political process?

I’d love to look at the body erotic directly within the politics of pain and pleasure…and if you do not think this is political…your rights to name your own experience, and even to have it..(yes, even here…in ALL social collectives & anywhere there is more than one human being…)

then you are living in an extremely cloistered world.

Thoughts? Cat.

To hell with a binary universe, what is UP with all these dichotomies?

In D/s, Bdsm, Philosophy..sociological commentary on March 14, 2009 at 5:18 pm

Yeah,yeah, I know,I just had to bring up the struggle I have with these terms yet again…
Across the spectrum of the umbrella universe that is those participating in Bdsm and D/s I ask you…are real life experiences as polarized and neat as these lock and key categories…dominance and submission and sadism and masochism make out?

Perhaps a less constricting way of envisioning the relationship of these concepts to one another would be to see each as containing within itself the seeds of the other, rather than as binaries.

An inclusive rather than exclusive view.

It’s been brought to my attention again and again by those within the lifestyle that these terms are useful starting points, a way to crudely map where one is standing,(or kneeling as the case may be) so as to label oneself for others, so as to BEGIN to engage.

But real journeys are fluid and unfolding..

So to engage you with a minimum of confusion I will tell you that I am a hetero leaning-masobrat who finds erotic submission..erotic being the key word..sublime..that I DO have a Sadean imagination…most likely to come into play with women..

Dominants arern’t neccessarily or completely sadists..I have had dominant partners who employed sadistic measures so as to dominate, not to derive orgiastic pleasure from the sadistic acts themselves..think of them as benevolent Dominants and I myself can be a rather demanding masobrat as opposed to a full blooded submissive.

Think aggressive masochist, but when I’m satisfied I’m going to be one drooling,catted out maso-mess, and my gratitude will be shown. ( it may look alot like submission at that point..lol)It may in fact be submission..whats the first clue,lowered eyes, altered breathing, complete hi..mute..

When I am a quivering subspaced mess, I would probally slash my own thigh for you in gratuitous submission …so I have to make certain who I play with is benevolent, or barring that..at the very least responsible in where they go.

Yes, to hell with a binary universe..
Do I contain multitudes? Don’t we all?

So many of us are in a three walled
prison room, and never turn to see
the fourth side open to the cosmos..