We were once wild. Our human race was full of the desperate energy of the undomesticated. Wild and free. This life was not pretty, we died young, we suffered much, but we gave up so much when we accepted to take on the rules of civilization.
Once a year I take part in an act of wildness. I dress myself up in a costume and do my best to forget the strictures that fence me in each day. (I try my best to escape more often than once a year, but responsibilities do their best to hold onto me.) Once a year I take myself out of myself and take part in what is one of the holiest days in my religious calendar - SantaCon (I tried to grab a few more pics of supersanta and put them in my flickr faves)