Rules

I have come to suspect rules.

Regulations and rules and even laws, as we know them came from a rightful place, I'm sure.

But have you noticed that now we adhere to rules as if their lines and ridges are a road, both straight and narrow, to that which is right?

But is it right?

And there is no clear answer to that.

We were not, as humans, designed inherently in the same way that laws are written - the fine print at the end of each page. We are blessed with reason. We have the power to take each situation and consider it with repose. Stand back. Study it. What is right? We can decide with purpose and intellect and even with emotion.

Not like machines. Not like insects.

And I can see our freedoms melting away like some long-standing iceberg. It melts from the heat of those who do as they are told by the black and white print on the page. By those who can look at the damage of their deeds and still believe the prosper of the many is worth the sacrifice of the few.

They are not wrong. But they are dangerous.

And I, myself, as a citizen, am in danger. And I fear these others, although I suppose I could be considered one of them, and have from time to time committed the same crimes.

I feel the time coming when I will have to take a stand. I feel it like a warm wind blowing down from the hills. I feel it like a strong sun on my bare skin. It is coming.

A man should be free to choose his own fate, as should a woman. It is more important than any other person feeling comfortable. Comfort is not an inherent right. It is not something promised to every newborn. It is not something we can all cherish. Comfort is optional. Freedom is tantamount.

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