No matter how I ask the question about the meaning of my existence, the mere consideration of any possibility gives birth to something as terrible as it is wonderful…
… a thing called FREEDOM.
Freedom is not a choice. It just is. Even the rejection of freedom is an exercise of freedom, is it not?
Inextricably embedded in our very nature and circumstances… freedom is thrust into existence with each and every expansion of consciousness.
But every freedom has its price: the inescapable burden of commensurate responsibility: Those who know better must do better.
Thus, ignorance is bliss.
And that is why ignorance is so popular and freedom so rare.