Choose Freedom
In the next few days I will be writing about several topics of general interest, I hope to get your thoughts going on these and perhaps let me know how you see these matters.
The first is freedom and free will. The first piece is from The Ayn Rand Lexicon
ARISTOTLE (384 – 322 BC)
Men will not be free until the last King is strangled with the entrails of the last priest.
Denis Diderot(1713 – 1748)
Remember that to change your mind and follow someone who puts you right is to be none the less free than you were before.
Marcus Aurelius (121 – 180 BC)
I cannot and will not give any under-taking at a time when I, and you, the people, are not free. Your freedom and mine cannot be separated.
Nelson Mandela - Madiba (1918-)
A sudden access of psychological freedom often turns from sheer excitement to deep panic.
Edward W.Mann
The next quotes are all from the film the Shawshank Redemption
Red narrating: These walls are kind of funny like
that. First you hate 'em, then you get used to 'em. Enough time passes,
gets so you depend on them. That's institutionalized. They send you
here for life, that's exactly what they take. The part that counts,
anyways
Red narrating: I have no idea to this day what
those two Italian ladies were singing about. Truth is, I don't want to
know. Some things are better left unsaid. I'd like to think they were
singing about something so beautiful, it can't expressed in words, and
it makes your heart ache because of it. I tell you, those voices soared
higher and farther than anybody in a great place dares to dream. It was
as if some beautiful bird had flapped into our drab little cage and
made these walls dissolve away, and for the briefest of moments, every
last man in Shawshank felt free.
Andy: Here's where it makes the most sense. You
need it so you don't forget. Forget that there are places in the world
that aren't made out of stone. That there's a--there's a--there's
something inside that's yours, that they can't touch.
Red narrating: We sat and drank with the sun on
our shoulders and felt like free men. Hell, we could have been tarring
the roof of one of our own houses. We were the lords of all creation.
As for Andy--he spent that break hunkered in the shade, a strange
little smile on his face, watching us drink his beer.
Red narrating: I have to remind myself that some
birds aren't meant to be caged. Their feathers are just too bright. And
when they fly away, the part of you that knows it was a sin to lock
them up DOES rejoice. Still, the place you live in is that much more
drab and empty that they're gone. I guess I just miss my friend.