I'm alive. Are you? Sixty days into my sentence, just a message to let you know that I still breathe, think and have not lost the freedom to write.
What can I say about jail? It is one of the travesties of mankind to lose one's freedom, to be locked and bound behind bars of steel, but if the wheels of a man's mind are free to turn and the wings of his spirit cannot be clipped, then is a man truly in chains? And is any man truly free? Are you free? Free to shop at the 7-11, I suppose, or free to fill your car with gasoline, ever a slave to the oil companies that dangle inflation and deflation in front of your nose like a carrot.
What control do we really have? What choices can we truly make to shape our own destiny? Choices and decisions of the mind and spirit, I am coming to find, is where my power lies. My power lies in having no power at all. A bewildering paradox but one I'm learning to be true. True passion. Do you live to breathe or breathe to live? Are you just a feather blowing on the wind? This is not a life sentence.
Scott Weiland