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we must not be mistaken that the freedom of a man that has to be what he thinks is right, is restricted in our modern live together.
say I will: that which we make as we live together, know no more freedom.
we need to look at an iron sub-form, that structure, the bureaucracy under the codices and ruins of a human tribe asleep, the only cold functions, static power and knows depression disguise.

the sub-opened as originally lived out our way. a man must - even in this world - his path-related fates of four old: that of a warrior and hunter, the collector and the administration, the shaman and the person who stays on for days at the women. the warrior and hunter who with his physique for the maintenance and progress of the Klan, he initiated the private grounds of the uprising and the acquisition. the coordinator of the collector together, he poured into molds, which the hunters to leave him. the man who is with the women doing this because it is his nature-he knows about the bonds that bind together gender secret Put it on your own or other gender. the shaman speaks to the gods, his words are not just legal, it is sun and dust and rain. He leads spiritual welfare in the other world.

was the good friend who I presented these thoughts, asked what fate he invented for himself, he always said with certainty: all four.

maybe we have no freedoms. and yet we can decide. how successful we are therefore determined solely our decision base: find back in dimensions which we grope around in the suffocating moloch of alienation.

us the decision re-appropriate - that, yes, maybe that is freedom.