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Those three words resonate with many of us. Hopefully they resonate with all of us, however this blog isn't about MLK or the freedom he spoke of. It's about the freedom we have if and when we totally accept the person we are and no longer feel the need to wear 'masks'. Ah yes, the metaphorical mask the vast majority of us wear on a daily basis. I'm assuming the overwhelming majority of us keep our lifestyle to ourselves or within a small group of people. That group of people normally wouldn't include our relatives, co-workers, neighbors, etc. We put on our mask each day and keep our 'proclivities' to ourselves. And there's absolutely nothing wrong with that. Aside from being in the lifestyle, people also wear masks to keep other secrets from people .... The LGBTQ++++ community comes to mind, but I'm sure there are other masks to wear too. Gawd, given the political climate in the country today, wearing a mask to conceal one's political affiliations is fairly common. What a country we've become  - But that's another discussion. As the meme would indicate, true freedom is when we can discard all masks and be ourselves to anyone, anywhere and at any time. I wonder what that feels like? Is there anyone here in the peanut gallery that doesn't wear any mask of any sort?  Make Women Female Again
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Hmm ... I believe people should care what their employers think of them Or their spouses. Or friends. Or the police. And so on.
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I've relieved myself of one mask but even that mask is in peril with the current climate in this country.
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With so many wild ideas about what is considered "right" out there in the world, I see no reason to tempt the beast. The general public does not need to know all your thoughts and proclivities. I believe that everyone should respect each other's differences and adopt a "Live and let live" mentality.
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so many masks! so much freedom to be had.
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Freedom is whatever you make it to be.
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I think that freedom is not doing or saying all we want and/or can. Freedom is much more not doing or saying all we can and want. It is the freedom to choose. What. When. Where. Only then you actually dont care what others have to say about your choice to say or not say, do or not do, act or not, share your thoughts or not, etc.
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The only place you can be free is in your home, alone or with people you can trust 100%! As soon as you leave your home you are subject to rules and ideologies! Isn't that funny? 
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Well, I do take out the trash or walk down the street in my sweats with uncombed hair, but then all the neighborhood children run and hide.....
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What is freedom? Is there really such a thing? Are not all humans, men and women, enslaved by the thoughts--the harbingers-- of their own mortality...their own finitude. We are but fruit flies, creatures of a day...ants on an anthill, foraging for food. Sure, we can say we are free to do the things we like and want to do...to be with the people we choose to be with, but is that really freedom? Or is it like whistling when we walk through a cemetery, in an effort to divert or distract ourselves from the abiding fear of the insistent and personal sense of our own fragility and transience. No one can ever really be free in his ignorance to unravel the emergent miracle and the mystery of life. We are ever imprisoned by this dearth of knowlege, this unknowingness of that Truth...that Reason. True freedom is a myth; no one is totally unmasked or completely exposed. All we can really do is to show up and put in the time. All novel experiences are destined to become evanescent memory wisps, mixed in with what-ifs. We are actually all slaves to a form of utilitarianism--to doing all we can, while we can, to promote happiness and to maximize pleasure-- I do not believe any of us is free to willingly abstain over time from acceding to this mandate. We are puppets, dancing on strings. Circumstances constantly assail us and proceed to take away or withhold our nominal freedom to choose to do or not to do, say, or practice things. We do not own our life and our time in it--we are merely renters. True knowledge--wisdom, as it is called--, comes when and if we can finally accept that we know absolutely nothing. Life has been likened to an eternal cycle of destruction and rebirth--symbolized by the ouroboros--a snake or dragon, devouring its own tail. All we can do is chase the random and accidental fun in the finite moments of our alloted time while we are alive. The only "freedom at last"--if such it can be called-- comes when we die..."when we shuffle off this mortal coil." Not to be overly contrary, but I must also say that I do care what other people think of me...and accept, to some extent, that it becomes a bit of who I am....that it somehow incalculably figures in to the total package of myself. There is a needful and undeniable measure of conformity in us all. The lone hero or distanced stranger is just another romantic myth. "Noli me tangere"--don't touch me-- is not who I am, nor is it my mantra.. We are all of us sublunary creatures that shine by reflected light. The fact of the matter is that I believe that everything, human and non-human, living or dead, including the countless orbs in the far-flung universe, are inextricably connected...pieces, if you will, of a fractured totality, much like the shards and crystals of a broken lamp or vase that has fallen off a side-table and shattered on the floor. I further believe that down the road in time all the pieces will be reintegrated into their original wholeness. The countless broken pieces of the lamp or vase, so to speak, will leap back up, of their own accord, upon the side table , all the pieces reintegrated into the lamp's spanking store-bought newness. It is this entity--this wholeness-- that will be the dense matter of the next Big Bang. As a writer once remarked: we are nothing but stardust. Again, I will say that all people--alive and dead, and including every species of animal-- are among the reintegrated pieces of the whole. We are all integrally a part of the same original totality.or singularity, despite our divisiveness when we existed on the earth, the broken lamp or vase pieces on the floor. In some sense, it could be said that we are all part of the same common singular entity--a kind of E Pluribus Unum (Out of many, one) in disguise. It makes our divisiveness in the world today, an inexcusable Babel of enmity, apartness, and estrangement. We are all brothers and sisters, in some regard. ..all related...all basically the same, really. Freedom is a very qualified concept in my mind, an illusion of sorts , if we really think about it. Do we really have the luxury of choice? Is the world one of accident or design? Food for thought, I would, at least, make bold to say....
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Sorry about that, PM. i guess old age--excuse me..maturity-- is knocking relentlessly at our respective doors. I'll do my best to keep it short, hereafter--dumb things down a bit, so to speak, so that you don't tire of reading more than three or four sentences, should I deign to comment on any of your subsequent posts, which have always been conisistently interesting and humorous in the past.
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