The sparrow, flying in at one door and immediately out at another, whilst he is within, is safe from the wintry tempest, but after a short space of fair weather, he immediately vanishes out of your sight, passing from winter to winter again. So this life of man appears for a little while, but of what is to follow or what went before we know nothing at all.
Outdoor cats are also indoor cats, as they are between some doors.
Aren't we all just in between the two great doors of conception and death?
The sparrow, flying in at one door and immediately out at another, whilst he is within, is safe from the wintry tempest, but after a short space of fair weather, he immediately vanishes out of your sight, passing from winter to winter again. So this life of man appears for a little while, but of what is to follow or what went before we know nothing at all.
Comrade with them old analogies :solidarity:
Isn’t the entire earth and it’s atmosphere just one giant house?
:soviet-hmm:
True prison abolition isn’t possible without space ships, since we’re all trapped on this rock
Go outside the prison? Dead. Go outside the spaceship? Also dead.
:same-picture:
Well I assume you have a space suit.
Oh shit that’s also a prison isn’t it?
:foucault-shining:
:geordi-yes: