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Freedom in chaos. Unstuck in meaning and free of frames of moral reference.
These old greeks and romans, terrified their short glimpse of the rational would be torn away by plague, warfare, a mad king. What comfort can be found other than in something great? A creator.
Seneca begins his treatise by arguing that there must, inevitably, unarguably, inescapably, simply must be a god. Socrates goes happily into death, in his knowledge of a comforting eternity and just rewards. Render unto ceasar and all will be well.
Bravery is seeing the bleak and not looking away.
Why is the term disillusionment layered with negative connotation? Freedom from illusion, otherwise expressed, is clarity. Liberty from delusion.
Eyes open you see the immensity of space, and our infinite irrelevance. Nameless, you are born into whatever name you choose. Freedom, unstuck in space and time.
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