Living in this world is like pacing behind these bars....

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His vision, from the constantly passing bars, has grown so weary that it cannot hold anything else. It seems to him there are a thousand bars; and behind the bars, no world.  As he paces in cramped circles, over and over, the movement of his powerful soft strides is like a ritual dance around a center in which a mighty will stands paralyzed.  Only at times, the curtain of the pupils lifts, quietly --.  An image enters in, rushes down through the tensed, arrested muscles, plunges into the heart and is gone.

- Rainer Maria Rilke