Freedom

Write a picture of freedom so pure that it is intoxicating. Describe your fantasy world where you can do anything you desire.


Noetic: relating to or based from intellect
Prescience: premonition; foreknowledge of events; anticipation of a course of events.
Natant: swimming or floating on water.
Effulgence: brilliance; radiant splendor.
equanimity: mental or emotional stability.


Step one. Money. Money to buy things with, but no need to buy anything with it. Its called savings, and with enough of it one reaches equanimity. But freedom means more than the potential to own items of value. For me freedom is living alone. Even among people one can live alone and I would like to do that.
Imagine a house with no furniture. In one room there are the correct number of chairs, and a table and some other novelty items. But most of the rooms are empty, realms of noetic peace. I would live in the place as little as possible, and on those days I return I know that it is still the same. But I would like to travel away from my near empty home. I wish for the freedom to live penniless for a week on the street. Because I don't know what it is like. But I feel like I should.
I have never before in my life had to really worry about how much food costs. It doesn't stop me from economizing, but in my free world I would learn firsthand what it is like to live on the edge.
In a free world people would be allowed to die or suffer however they want. One could kill themselves, tear apart their own flesh in self-disgust, or natantly indulge in narcotics for days on end. As long as you can pay for it, as long as you accept the consequences, no law stops you, no family tries to hold you together when you want to fall apart. And the wonderful thing about this is that there could be less people. I would still be here, but I think I would have lost a friend.
I lack the prescience to rationalize the idea of a suicide pro world. But to me... freedom, is death.

Some people would say that a perfectly free world would resemble the idea of heaven. Some say it would be anarchy. In my mind I see the simple right to end what you have sustained. Not too bright a light, but a gray effulgence of one more choice to add to your current index of thoughts. You get to ask yourself "Do I want to live, or do I want to die?" And in a perfectly reasonable and free world, you should be able to say "I don't want to live anymore."

Fissures in Creative

This is the Jargon Sink.

An activity to gain new words. And to assist all of you I will even include definition.


Simply posts will go like this:


Topics are in blue.

And words with definitions are in green.
example:
Pulchritudinous- beautiful.

I then write in default black again. Responding to the topics.