We are all travellers here. Destinies, destinations, desiderations and desires may vary but ultimately we all move on. Attempting to go either to or from makes for a full life story. Some are pushed and some push. Most of us live in a mix and move in many directions at the same time, and yet we always exist in the center of our own attention. The outside circumstances may change (and they do) but wherever we are, we are looking out from the inside; the eye of the storm is always calm. Some want to escape and run from, and others to escape but run to. No matter what, it is a solitary affair, where drives and forces we don’t fully understand move us like pieces on a board. To cope, we call it destiny or God or some other higher power. We make ends meet and virtues out of necessities, content that we haven’t been pushed harder or, if we have, content that we still haven’t been pushed over the edge. Occasionally, very rarely, do we find a fellow traveller with whom we can actually travel...

Someone once uttered, ”Freedom ain’t free.” Well… ”Ain’t that the truth!” But which kind of currency do we use to pay for and maintain this most blessed of philosophical concepts? It seems the hard currency implied is more or less always human lives; sacrificed pro or contra freedom. Martyrdom is undoubtedly all the timeless rage these days. Given that this unfortunate behavior of ostracizing the ”others” and then eventually diligently killing them off  (and then with the others bouncing right back and ostracizing their aggressors and killing them in spasms and spurts of Stockholm Syndrome) seems to be on constant repeat, perhaps it’s just best to stay in the shadows and bide the time until this behavior crumbles. But – I’m sad to say to myself – this is a most unlikely scenario. It will never crumble. The people involved are too set in their ways, and they don’t want change; in the same way as we who appreciate our freedoms certainly don’t want to change that around. A clash of...