I have to remind myself that some birds aren't meant to be caged. Their feathers are just too bright. And when they fly away, the part of you that knows it was a sin to lock them up does rejoice. But still, the place you live in is that much more grey

I have to remind myself that some birds aren't meant to be caged. Their feathers are just too bright. And when they fly away, the part of you that knows it was a sin to lock them up DOES rejoice. Still, the place you live in is that much more drab and empty that they're gone. I guess I just miss my friend.

I sat with Morgan Freeman to talk about a script that he put together for both of us,

Feathers predate birds.

Fine feathers make fine birds

The haft of the arrow had been feathered with one of the eagles own plumes. We often give our enemies the means of our own destruction.