We are so afraid. The hand of the trainer has been on us. It has been a punishing hand. Often cruel. It has jerked us up short. It has demanded that we think and act in ways that please the trainer.
Over the years we have become like the horse born wild, captured, and then broken. We now back up to the plow and wait to be harnessed. The trainer – the composite of parents, the pressure of peers, of teachers and preachers, of public relations gurus, of politicians, and the flock itself, have domesticated us.
We have been taught how to act and how to think. Our values have been grafted on to us, ideas that are often strange to our genetic beginnings.
We conform. We embrace convention and distrust and disrespect those who do not. We are regimented and constrained and tamed.
We must conform, else we are in danger. Can you see it – ten thousand minnows, all silver, and that one red minnow? Can you see the approaching shark?
But we have choices. Dare we make them?