Tuesday, July 20, 2004

The Invisible Chain Gang

   We're all on it. Maybe there are a few trust fund babies, people of indeterminate means, fat cats or heiresses, but they have a different set of problems. No, I'm talking about those of us who work, and work nearly every day. And what chains are these, invisible, yet so real? Food, clothing and shelter. Taxes. Transportation. Security. Communication. Familial obligations. Health care and upkeep. No wonder it is easy to feel trapped sometimes. Some people think of love as a trap. It certainly can become one. But for the rest of us, it is a moment when the chains are lifted, and we can become the natural creatures that we actually are.

"One of these days, I'm goin' home,
one of these days, I'm goin' home,
to see my woman, whom I love so dear,
but meanwhile, I have to work right here -
well don't you know, that's the sound of the men,
workin' on the chain, chain gang -
well don't you know, that's the sound of the men
workin' on the chain gang..." - Sam Cooke

By Professor Batty



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