Of all the gifts existence deigns upon us there isn’t one more precious to our kind
than the misread and undervalued gift of freedom, a gift we’re blinded to when we are young.
Can you hear us, stranger? Can you hear us, friend? The thoughts at your temples, the love in your heart, the will to remember, the capacity to overcome, the things you will make, the paths you will take, your life from outside of yourself?