each time I step out of the house, it becomes more and more evident that the world is a tiny prison. so now the herd is calling me small (unanimously as they must), which I guess is their way of saying, look how we all say the same things, the world is a tiny tiny prison. that's the best I could make of it, unless I make the error of adopting their herd virtues such as: if you surround yourself with 'people', you become bigger. or, it is small of you to pick on the defenceless bulletproof little people, who take every opportunity they can to attack you and deceive you and convince you that you are guilty of their faults. I am far too magnanimous for constantly attributing them human qualities.