2.) Freedom

Freedom. Freedom is the yoke of all, a beginning at which we candidly strive to perpetuate. The essence of which makes thoughts drift into the abysmal void of nothingness. The sheer nullity of the subconscious. The cessation of entitlement in which we can not influence even something as basic and mundane as our own beliefs. It robs us of our personhood and takes all that we hold dearest into the furthest sections of the consciousness. Rationality is replaced by the improbable trepidation that we may never once again be ourselves again. Will we fall drunk on the fruits of our own freedom? It’s a philosophy that makes the mind race. Now think about that numismatic incorporeal freedom; imagine that, but instead of it being an immaterial abstraction, imagine only as if you were a pigeon in the wind. Defying the very fundamental forces set in place by the quantum mechanics of universality. Interactions that do not appear to be reducible to more basic interactions. Humans were not meant to fly. So they built planes. Humans were not meant to cross vast oceans. So they built the boat. But imagine only if they did not build those things. What would we do? Adapt to our circumstances and sprout feathered wings? The indispensable freedom of our train of thought is a blessing we have cherished since the dawn of mankind. But even if you were to look at it from such a perspective; the undying quiddity of conceptual freedom remains the same. The freedom of flight is merely an escape from the psyche. It engulfs us in starry vehemence, underlying dread, compelling anxiety, and the fear of no inherent jurisdiction over whether we actually command the fate of our reality. We fear that when we fall, we will not have the innate ability to bring ourselves back up. We fear that we place too much reliability into others and other things. We want to rid ourselves of that reliability. The ability to truthfully say we are the only ones we can call on. That is true quintessential freedom.