We are imprisoned by the things that free us;
I remember the freedom of my first car,
and the ensuing enslavement to transportation.
I remember the freedom of my first love,
and the enslavement of emotional attachment.
we are freed by the things that enslave us;
I remember the freedom of my first paycheck,
the enslavement of the job that gave it to me.
We are freed by the things that free us.
Death.
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