Birds & Fences

My weary limbs are scarcely stretched for repose, before red dawn peeps into my chamber window, and the birds in the whispering leaves over the roof, apprise me by their sweetest notes that another day of toil awaits me. I arise, the harness is hastily adjusted and once more I step upon the tread-mill. E.B.

That man's best works should be such bungling imitations of Nature's infinite perfection, matters not much; but that he should make himself an imitation, this is the fact which Nature moans over, and deprecates beseechingly. Be spontaneous, be truthful, be free, and thus be individuals! is the song she sings through warbling birds, and whispering pines, and roaring waves, and screeching winds. Lydia M. Child

God made birds and animals to fly and roam free on Mother Earth. Man made fences to imprison themselves with artificial boundaries. Man created religion, caste, nations. Can mankind survive within these artificial spaces? Can a cell survive by itself away from a body?