Freedom means nothing unless you’re dimmed, you’re lowered to the beast until lightless you’re left, expectant of a moment that will show there is more to life than an end to the cosmic thread that unites us with our lifeblood. Earth’s bread multiplies where there’s space to grow. Signify where meaning has been lost. Identify where arrogance has taken us prisoners, but intensify where life has given us plenty by offering meaning where most want to settle against their kind wisdom, a sustenance thicker than the thread that binds us to this reality, constantly building a moment that will release us from the hatred accumulated from centuries walking blind, farther away from what’s important in our lives, freedom means everything unless you are exploding meaning: the everlasting expansion of time is your death. Don’t fear the lightless, by then, without breath, wait for your passion given to flourish, a thread thicker than bread was left for those who need to weave their trace, to calm the memories craved, to feed the centuries to come so hope can become when we’re starved from the freedom to be nous-mêmes.