
To some the substantive "freedom" does not refer to anything beyond the hypnotic suggestion that something is won if you have the luxury to decide for yourself if you wish to live or die, if you want an extreme makeover or have your enema-ass filled up with the flesh of a bodacious hunk, and if you see the colours of the world, and bring them down to all of us.
To some "freedom" is everything.
To many and multitudes "freedom" stands for - doubles for - things they do not understand. As if you might understand anything at all. A veritable hypnocrisis if you ask me.
Now, have we anything remotely real to report about Freedome?
A lie: Things not literally true. As in: "The snow is white." In this sentence we discover no snow neither do we see anything white - apart from the spaces and holes in the black words typed.
Real: whatever you can feel.
We can imagine why some of us rage on about Freedom - and its grave dangers and problematic conception.
We can also imagine why some of
them rage on about its apparent absence.
They must have a superior alternative, although moneywise one may rethink this proposition.
Of course - obviously - we find no free will at all. Except when we want it. When we like it. When we lust after it. When our spirit ..
Hey - who has the best kinesthetic feedback 'round?
