The philosophers muse if no one’s there to hear the tree that falls
it may not make a sound
But I heard on the news you hanged yourself with no one there to hear
except the trees – did they hear you?
When you were a little girl
The other kids would push you, make you cry then laugh
When you grew a little older
Things began to look a little bleaker, doctors came said they could treat you
Sometimes things seem right but they don’t work out
Theory may be perfect but it’s wrong
One day we will open up our minds
And our trees will be heard
Doctor saw you in his rooms
Minutes later gave you pills to make you smile
Few months later cut your wrist
Checked you on the ward and gave you shock, then locked you up for your own good
The philosophers muse if no one’s there to hear the tree that falls
it may not make a sound
Though the rest of the world may close their eyes, let those who seek to change their thinking come to you
我覺得, 有心事時說給樹聽, 樹兒會聽我的感受, 是種很幸福的感覺。比告訴人好多了。
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Don’t Listen To Him, He’s Crazy - the point of this article, to me, is by no means to be against “psychiatrists” (I doubt if this really exists, same as I doubt if “mental illness” really exists), but to remind all of us a basic virtue when we meet any other person: respect. Respect by opening your mind. Respect by simply, listen. Things in our bodies and our mind are not that simple to be (over-)generalised into several “rules” and “formulas”.
“每個案例都是復康制度和它的理想之例外。” 說得對極了。
thanks putting up a link