"I asked everyone what "freedom" meant. Fathers and Children had very different answers. ... For the Fathers, freedom is the absence of fear; ... Freedom is never being flogged, although no generation of Russians has yet avoided a flogging. Russians don't understand freedom, they need the Cossack and the whip. For the Children: Freedom is love; inner freedom is an absolute value. Freedom is when you're not afraid of your own desires; having lots of money so that you'll have everything; it's when you can live without having to think about freedom.Freedom is normal. " ref. Svetlana Alexievich SecondHand Time
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The cosmos wheels around in the dance with itself, Billowing, Turning, Compressing and Exploding, Waves Hurtling through the Void, aching for a Rider. The Stuff of our existence opens and closes to the tide, as surf seeks it's Shore. Our only imprint, the sense Something has past. Vortex of distance leeward of our speck in the cosmos is our wake of light and thought and ever increasing distance to what we hold dear. Lord turn our forged Profiles to the onslaught of your Universe. and the Promises You flood our path with.