The Price of Freedom
Today I learned the price of freedom
I learned that it costs each individual seeking it
The end of the possibility of conventional happiness
As the old myths are indeed nothing more than manipulations
Actualizations
Of the ways of power
And the control mechanisms of old and evil
The so-called religious and pious
I rejected those controls
Long ago
Albeit unaware of the ultimate price of freedom
On which I am still making payments
Generally these payments take the form of loneliness
And isolation in the extreme
Allowing me the option of consorting with only those
Whose minds have been liberated
From the machines that produce simulacrum
I may not have as many friends as the next man
And may not have had as many militaristic-sexual misadventures
But I certainly have loved harder, stronger and more majestically
Than nearly all I come across
Save for those select few I think are worthy of my friendship
With them, I engage in a friendly competition
One man has only so much energy to expend in the light of the day
I concentrate, and those who call me friend will receive all my energy and love
This is my tithe to the religion of freedom
A tax that I will forever submit to the objective truth:
We all need love, and we all desire truth
Even if we don’t really believe it now, or before or after
Reading these solipsistic utterances of mine
The mind can still be freed
Whether you like it or not
The choice lies in the moment of realization
Some choose to accelerate the process
And most choose to wait until the day they die
Nonetheless the truth will hit them
And they will realize their life a waste of time
And their death a needless fiction
When they could have chosen the truth and immortality long, long ago
Only making down-payments on the cost of freedom
Lay-away is always an option in this world of credit lines and long times
My indebtedness to the warriors of liberation is not over yet
Nor will it be, it so appears, for quite some time
I remain alone
Traversing the
Looking for a way back home
That I might have missed before
While I remained lost in the haze of confusion
When I knew not which way the world would turn
Before I bought my freedom
With unending detachment to attachment
Something I still have not mastered
The truth yet eludes me
But I will continue to seek
And I will, predictably enough, never surrender
On this day or any other