The small man
Builds cages for everyone
He
Knows.
While the sage,
Who has to duck his head
When the moon is low,
Keeps dropping keys all night long
For the
Beautiful
Rowdy
Prisoners.
-- Hafiz
To hide from the truth is a cage of its own - an ostrich can bury its head in the sand, but that only leaves its butt vulnerable to get kicked.
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