The first words are by Michael Kimmelman: "The ancient Greeks ....used to chain their statues to prevent them from fleeing."
Perhaps we're all familiar with Michelangelo's words: "I saw the angel in the marble and carved until I set him free."
It seems the Greeks were chaining statues before that, seeing something we may not see.
This has me thinking about chains. What holds each of us to a path, or vision? What ties us here, in this place, or another? Can we be like Peter Pan and fly with fairy dust? How far does our imagination stretch? How vast and intricate are our dreams? How fulfilled do we feel, in this moment, and the next?
Questions to consider, like viewing a statue, to see when chains release.