“Ah! there is not in the world a single man free; for he is either a slave to money or to fortune, or else the people in their thousands or the fear of public prosecution prevents him from following the dictates of his heart.
But since thou art afraid, deferring too much to the rabble, I will rid thee of that fear.” Hecuba, Euripides
Sometimes loneliness can be described as an emotional status where the lonely one has a view of his place in the world apart from others. This worldview requires the creation first of an I and a them. without that concept loneliness is just not possible.
How do I know I don’t need to be caressed, cared for, loved. because there is me here doing all the work for three: the I, the observer and the mind with all its machinations. its plenty to go on allready.
Freedom. language is poor where it needs to be clearest but we have to make the best of it. I am reading Euripides’ Hecuba and other greek classics. I need to understand the language that entraps me, the art that defines my field of vision. I am in unrest. In need.
Freedom, someone said, is practice.
