A memory from my past keeps coming back to mind inbetween bouts of homelessness and addiction I would go out to the acridge of my adoptive parents to dry out and reflect...they bred dogs...the dogs had these individual runs to keep the dogs seperated...I remember opening the runs wanting the dogs to come out and play some were so (institutionalized) they wouldn't let themselves that would change if I took the time to get to know dogs in each run over time....thinking about it makes me so sad not just for the doggies...but for us...how much has this system caused us to unesscarily derprive ourselves off...what will it really look like properly set straight?