Just a brief post, possibly not an accurate title.
Tonight I watched "March of the Penquins" which I just found sad and tragic. Animals basically follow their instincts, and have no choice in breeding. Humans should know better, but often seem victims of biology.
I thought of the book: Jonathan Livingston Seagull, and pulled it out of my bookshelf. It's a beautiful allegory about being different from the herd, paying the price of labels, yet truly being free. Spiritually and emotionally free. It reminded me of why I couldn't stay with the newspaper, why I have never followed the rule of corporate America...and the price we pay who are loners, seeking our own individual paths.