There are few friends on the Way to freedom; most people would rather endure comfortable bondage in the arms of the System in the wide valley far below than experience the danger liberty offers. There, on the narrow path on the mountain it just keeps getting narrower until we have ditched every burden that drags us back and spend more time crawling on our knees than we do walking.
Saturday, 24 September 2011
I'm only writing so much today because both children are now back in the UK and I have had an uninterrupted morning to vent some spleen and verbage. Words are so onomatopeoic, don't you think? :)
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