Isn’t
joy the shadow of sorrow? Isn’t sorrow the shadow of joy? In an experiment conducted
in a zoo sometime in the late fifties an ape was taught how to draw and was given
some markers to do so, the first thing he drew were the bars of his cage.
We primates
are obsessed with our cages, although the bars which confine us may vary; for some
the cage may be money, for others success, love, hate, sex, illness, religion, values
and believes, depression, racism or sexism, war, politics, even the pursuit of freedom
can become a cage. Despite their origin, despite what shape or size our cages take
they inspire us to create; the very stifling limit of our existence is what truly
makes us sing, paint, write eternal stories and compose unforgettable music.
