„Bert: Let’s sit down. You know, begging your pardon, but the one my heart goes out to is your father. There he is, in that cold heartless bank day after day, hammed in by mounds of cold heartless money. I don’t like to see any living thing caged up.
Jane: Father in a cage?
Bert: They makes cages of all sizes and shapes, you know. Bank-shaped, some of them, carpets and all.”
There are different types of cages.
You can be a prisoner in a physical realm. But also inside you.
You can be surrounded by things and people and be in a cage. And you can be all alone in a small space and be free.
