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What a curious phenomenon it is that you can get men to die for the liberty of the world who will not make the little sacrifice that is needed to free themselves from their own individual bondage.
BRUCE BARTON
Patterning your life around other's opinions is nothing more than slavery.
LAWANA BLACKWELL
I think people resist freedom because they're afraid of the unknown. But that unknown was once very well known – It’s where our souls belong.
JIM MORRISON
To know what you prefer instead of humbly saying Amen to what the world tells you you ought to prefer, is to have kept your soul alive.
ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON
You said, “There’s a gnat upon the ceiling”,
Bit your lip and, reaching for the slipper,
Muttered there was no point in its being –
You sat with a lesser thing at supper.
I was schooled, now work for food and cover;
Moments wholly mine are few and wasted.
After some bland forty years sans flavour,
Youth grown useless now unclicks detested
Pause and we resume, but have forgotten
All the words and how to sing them sweetly;
Then the record skips, the last notes flatten,
Warped and tired, it slips to silence meekly.
We are puppets, and our poor noosed pieces
Each are held by monsters of our making:
Expectation, social mean – our paces,
Spouses, jobs, our every choice is lacking,
Though we realise not, our own volition –
Brightest are the damned of evolution.
That speck crouching upside-down above you,
Lost in his brown thoughts, so few and base;
Small, uncounted, humble, he should move you.
Flying where he pleases, place to place,
Sustenance he finds from costless nature;
Every sense, each instinct he obeys;
None should mock this tutor for his stature –
We’ll not be so free in all our days.
Free as the wind are brutes like mister gnat.
Now you’ve made him even freer than that.
Samuel Reed
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