Tuesday, February 28, 2012

Tanked

The fish in the aquarium don't seem bothered by the fact that they are going back and forth in the same small tank, minute after minute, day after day.  Their scenery rarely, if ever, changes.  I feel a little guilty watching them, thinking they are being tortured.  They aren't.  As far as I know, their capacity for thought does not get to the point where fish can understand the limits of their tank.  However the lynx in a relatively large man-made habitat looks frustrated and tormented.  The energy built up in their muscles so much that you can see the tension when they walk.  They pace back and forth but unlike the fish, the lynx's eyes seem troubled and aware of its circumstances.  It would be easier to be blissfully ignorant of my troubles, but if I'm ever going to get out of this habitat it will take the restlessness and strength of the lynx.

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