Jean Tear is a lady who lives in a home for “adults with learning difficulties” that I used to work at. That’s one of the ways we can fit her into her own little box. She is also deaf and mute. That’s the box getting a wee bit more defined.

Not that we haven’t needed these labels and generalisations to get by in life. To make everything work. It’s how we humans operate. We aren’t where we are without any of that. Without all of that.

Where we are? Where are we?

We’re in a universe, in a life, that is beyond any remotely comprehensive comprehension. And I like it when my own walls and definitions and understanding become, if not broken down completely, then at least revealed for what they are. It’s liberating. The more it happens, the more liberated I feel, even if everything stays the same otherwise.

In a life without walls, it starts to become harder to imprison anybody.

The song, Hey Jean, was an imperfect attempt to see past the walls in my own mind.


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