The prison is not outside, but inside each of us. Perhaps we simply don’t know how to live without it.
The prison is not outside, but inside each of us. Perhaps we simply don’t know how to live without it.
“The body is imaginary, and we bow to the tyranny of a phantom. Love is a privilege perception, the most total and lucid not only of the unreality of the world but of our own unreality: not only do we traverse a realm of shadows; but ourselves are shadows.”
Adolfo Bioy Casares