Sometimes a thought gets a hold of me and it burrows in my brain like the little hermit crabs on the beach.
I don't know when the idea first appeared, or how it became stuck. But I wonder who owns me?
I know I am free to make decisions, I make choices all day long, but when I stop to think of those choices none of them are completely free of external forces and entanglements. Time is my slave master and pimp.
Work is the judge on quality and output.
How is my value determined? If I say enough does that mean I am free to do within (legal) limits as I wish?
How do I know my real: desires, wishes, hopes, dreams independent of society?
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