This story made my day. I often have that sort of thinking with flies who get stuck in my room and fly around the window, not finding the way out. It’s obvious they want freedom, and me trying to help them scares them even more. I often imagine that I am a fly, trying to escape a dark room, to find freedom. This is my life. I often wish that someone would show me the way, but would I be able to take it without being terrified and missunderstanding it? Great thinking Franco, thank you so much