“You can pretend we are one or we are alone but the religions based on each are doors someone drew on a wall in the hope they could make a getaway before whoever's wall it was got home There's always a gap in the photostream or a certain dubiousness to the signature A bird in the air is worth more to itself than all the ones in the grip of something” PoetryFreedomUnityWorthBirdsAloneness Book:If This Is Paradise Why Are We Still Driving Source: If This Is Paradise Why Are We Still Driving