True liberty, in its most unblemished form, dwelt only within the 5 first fleeting minutes of my existence, and ofcourse, anyone else here... when we first entered the world wailing, bare and naked to the air and to fate alike. In that moment, we possessed no name by which we might be confined, no transgression by which we might be burdened, no doctrine whispered into the cradle of our mind, and no trace of mankind’s rancor to tarnish the innocence of our being.
We were, then, but a page of unmarked parchment.
No contour of our nature had yet been etched by another’s design, nor had the fetters of a society - one we had never elected to join- been fastened about our spirit. In those few sacred breaths, we existed precisely as one ought to exist; unsullied, ungoverned, and wholly unencumbered by statutes composed before our arrival, or judgments pronounced without our counsel in their making.
Things never last...
Hands soon reached forth, eager and assured. They clothed us in garments we had never chosen to wear, bestowed upon us a name unfamiliar to our own tongue, and began - softly at first, then with growing certainty- to murmur into our ear the shape of the person they expected us to become.
And thus, little by little, almost imperceptibly,
We forgot the self we had been
before the world informed us who we even were.
