think about pinocchio
created by a woodcarver, his master, his author
strings, wood features, wooden limbs
in every respect, there is something that controls the whim
puppet by default, considered as slave
with rules, with bounds, with limitations
limited movement, bounded crave
what about giving pinocchio a form of freeness
free movement, free thinking, free in all respects
maybe, maybe everything becomes unpredictable, inscrutable
there goes pinocchio - behaves unexpectedly from the design of his master
"in every respect i'm free"
free to fly, free to run, free to think, free to fall
always conquering the limits, beyond the laws, above the rules
full of molecules that defy the design
in every respect, there is always a sprawl
is it a coincidence that pinocchio will ever achieve harmony?
harmony with respect to what? with respect to whom?
perhaps harmony without respect to anything
did pinocchio ever lose his purpose?
perhaps but maybe not
is peace in there?
"what is peace?", he may ask
perhaps, perhaps, and maybe perhaps not
"who am i?"
and lo, that's the freeness independent of the master
what about without that freeness?
there goes pinocchio - in every respect controlled by his master
every movement, every thought, dictated in all facets
maybe, maybe everything becomes so predictable, humdrum
constrained to walk, constrained to run, constrained to think
always thinking based on the master's whim under the sun
will he ever achieve harmony?
harmony with respect to what? with respect to whom?
perhaps harmony without respect to anything
harmony with his master?
master moves the string here
master moves the string there
pinocchio goes somewhere, and then anywhere
did pinocchio ever fulfill his purpose?
perhaps but maybe not
is peace in there?
"what is peace?", he may ask
to be at peace with what? at peace with whom?
"at peace with the master?"
perhaps but maybe not
so much with the many perhaps
you might wonder why about the "why"
why did the master create pinocchio?
strings pulled from this point then from that point
strings released from here then from there
arms and legs go somewhere
is this such a bore?
would dispersing into molecules be better?
perhaps one may regret
pinocchio's very existence
perhaps the creation is such a big mistake
why, why, why master?
why create something like pinocchio?
probably peace, harmony, or boredom?
perhaps love?
perhaps but maybe not
so much with the many perhaps
what if there is another form of freeness?
slave or totally free pinocchio?
is there a freeness that is neither of the two?
with rules, with bounds, with limitations
with rules designed by the creator
what situation is this? with rules but can still be free?
free to follow but still free to defy?
follow the rules but still not a puppet, not a slave
such a peculiar form of freeness
is this peace?
is this harmony?
is this love?
design the rules, design pinocchio
give pinocchio a mind and a heart
what on earth is this?
it seems that there is such an excess of energy
would it be better that nothing existed at all?
[experimental tribute to Jack Philip's "I Choose to be Free"]
