paving stones on the road to hell

(the wiz is a jerk)

The road to hell is paved with yellow bricks

Heavens across the river Styx.

Dorthy was having a bad day.

She awoke to find the place she lived and the people she loved were all gone. All she had was a very small, very dependent, yappy little dog.

What’s worse? Her house seemed to have crushed a woman. A woman with great, ruby shoes.

Fuck it, thought Dorthy, she won’t be needing these…

Dorthy stole the dead lady’s shoes.

Not long after this, Dorthy became surrounded by little people.

They weren’t physically little.

They lacked courage, charisma, a capacity for risk, did not have integrated shadows and, generally tried to keep safe above all else.

And yet?

Their fear and shame cause them to imagine that they were bigger, more important and way more special than they actually were.

As such these ‘munchkins’ lived life acting, petty, accusatory, fearful and small. These munchkins sent Dorthy to see some wizard. They told her he’d know what to do with a lost girl in pretty shoes. He was a kindly man…