Maybe you should consider freedom for what it really is. You are not a piece of matter that is moved back and forward by cosmic and earthly forces. The evol others, merciless society, the gods, or even Almighty God are not behind your steering wheel. Instead of prayer and prozac you should look the dark undercurrent of Freedom straight in the eyes. A friend said to me last night: 'What freedom, what responsibilities.' And that's what it is. A burden maybe? But the stuff you carry can be sculpted like wax in the forms you imagine. It makes you into a magician. You have always been a magician. Do you remember these extraordinary stories you wrote when you were a child?
ps: on the card the leftovers of a present i once bought for you but forgot to give. It will come your way.
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