Folks who talk of rights have made assumption that contradict their cries of freedom. If I am sovereign rights don’t exist and your proficiency in grammar can’t change that. It’s here the crux of death for freedom breathes.
Government is the first nick in the armor of the sovereign man. Citizens need structures to their freedom. The fear of living or dying to yourself lacks the safety afforded by rules and consequences fabricated. We’ve lost the belief that life, nature, takes care of its own. Dying for another man is suddenly noble.
Religion preys on fear. The fear that replaces men looking eye to eye, but rather the fear of entities larger than yourself subverting your sovereignty for a greater good. We can’t see we are not the greater good, I “am” is the greater good.
As we dwindle as men, now we’ve become a function. No longer relying on our sovereignty. We rely on others as structures dictate. Suddenly it makes a false sense that outside of the structure you’re less, rather than whole. Now we believe there’s endeavors past our toils.
Slowly we’re in fear of our sovereignty because we’ve become accustomed to the false sense of security put forth by the structure. Inevitably they add to their structure and with each new situation your sovereignty is strangled to the point you can’t breathe alone. It’s here the real death occurs.
This point of no return leaves men with their heads bowed and knees chafed. The shackled mind believes truths that are convenient in fear of losing the very thing that’s choking them. From here death is where the bonds of society released and maybe once again you’re whole. Prepared to transcend the compromise of freedom.
It’s a fight today. A difficult balance to be sovereign, free of the traps associated with government. You must barter with your sense daily to keep the hounds at bay, because once they have you treed, the noise is deafening and there’s only one way down. All the while you unwittingly became part of the hunt.
Beware of those espousing freedom, especially yours. They may or may not know that the honor they seek is your sovereignty. Judge the field as a native and plant good seeds. Don’t become a farmer. Hunt the bush as one of the animals and forego becoming a hunter. Speak truths and peace without preaching. Most importantly, lend a hand without becoming a debtor. Even then you run the risk of becoming a part unwittingly.