We are free to engage in ceaseless pandemonium, to live in utter despair, or to wholly dissolve the bonds that tether us, one to the other.
We are free because we are temporal, passionate, foolish creatures, ones destined, still, to search for meaning. Surrendered by eternal design, we are forever exploiting the boundaries of our own humanity.
But freedom does not ensure wisdom, nor does it compel humane certitude.
For it is in the choosing that our philosophy is finally stirred up