Peter, Germany, Age 67
And liberty!
Free from what? And then? Don’t we live from one illusion to the next? Aren’t we bound for life—and even beyond—in relationships, including with ourselves and with that which cannot be put into words?
Perhaps liberty is a primordial state whose boundless possibilities we have yet to grasp, simply because we imagine ourselves to be trapped.
Better to live an imperfect liberty than to write down a perfect definition of it.
And so on, and so on. The wind blows, a bee buzzes around. Why?