“How can a bird that is born for joy
Sit in a cage and sing?”
William Blake (1757–1827) English Romantic poet and artist
“I think of the security of cages. How violence, cruelty, oppression, become a kind of home, a familiar pattern, a cage, in which we know how to operate and define ourselves…”
Source: Insecure at Last
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