Life in a Bottle

Have you ever wondered what makes a bright and gentle man

watch the world go by through the glass bottom of a bottle?, or

why he feels the need to hide his sensitivity behind the facade of

tough and angry violence, like a suit of armor? or why his mind

is muffled in an overcoat of buffoonery, which having worn for so long,

he finds it hard to shed, even int he warmth of love and acceptance

of him as he really is? Why must we deride the soft and gentle and

praise the tough and harsh to the point that a gentle soul cannot survive

without so much camouflage that the beauty is ruined in the process?