My recent reflections have resulted in one fundamental question - why do we need freedom? And a few more, which result from it - why do people stubbornly strive for it, even though they never fully gain it? Does freedom lead to happiness? Is being free in any particular way ennobling in itself? If I commit suicide of my own free will, will it be any better death than if I were stabbed in a dark alley? Is death with an empty stomach under a bridge free more worthy of desire than working for death as a black slave on a cotton plantation? On the other hand, our freedom will always be limited by something, even if only by external conditions. In practice, I am free only to what is physically possible. I can't start waving my hands and end up rising up in the air, even if I have such fanaticism. I can't even do everything I want to do with other people, because their freedom restricts my freedom.
And if the pursuit of freedom is actually an immanent part of the human personality, doesn't freedom turn into a torment that we can't get rid of?
Personally, I can't help but notice a point in Huley's "New World of Wonderfulness" - Freedom is ineffective and unpleasant. Freedom is a round stake in a square hole.