In the remote countryside of the imagination, a land from before the progression of great intellectual pursuits, lie the dark hinterlands where doors close at sunset and the animals are locked into their barns and out-buildings! Metaphorically and allegorically, the fears of the times were the chains of all the generations before!
Casting off those ropes and chains and striking out to make my own way, the world I walked away from fell away behind me like distant shrouded mountains!
The curse of the father no longer binds the inner child and I have found that the freedom I always wanted is to be found in the hearts of those in the here & now, people able to accept me and love me just because!
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