...one comes to realize that sitting on the fence between right and left, or right and wrong, internal and external, can be very uncomfortable when emotions and feelings and the natural flow of things have been blocked, shut down, compressed, cut off, hidden or made to hide... It bids looking into 'the mechanical encrusted upon the living' as Henri Bergson once described the essence of the comic...Can we trace it, face it and erase it? Can we become free? As more and more we succumb to 'nature deficit disorder' (Louv) perhaps we can tear down a fence instead of building yet another one...Let fall the self limiting enclosures in our minds to allow our thoughts to breathe...Inner revolution begins now Hug a Tree