What is so Self-evident about Freedom
11 May 2007
What is so self-evident about freedom?
When is it that you feel liberation?
Is it in the moment when that slice
of pizza touches your tongue, the taste
is yours alone, or so you suppose,
although your tongue, your mouth is full
of living things, perhaps unaware
of this question of freedom,
nevertheless experiencing the moment.
And when did the freedom happen,
the freedom to eat the pizza,
the freedom to pay the pizza deliverer,
who waited so patiently for a tip,
the freedom to pick up the slice,
the freedom to open the mouth?
Was it at the moment of touching the telephone?
This object that was just there, waiting
to be touched, to connect your freedom
to the freedom at the other end of the line?
And when you chose to eat the pizza,
before the eating was real,
was it freedom that forged the image,
that clarified the taste before the taste,
the memories, the neurons firing, the saliva
in your mouth, that tantalized the billions
of unfree living things inhabited there?
Or was it the pizza on the TV
seen the night before, after
you finished that essay on Nietsche,
begun at the last possible moment,
knowing the deadline was past
but still within the bounds
for this particular professor,
who believed himself,
in spite of the graying, grizzled beard,
and rumpled corduroy pants
as somehow cool.
Perhaps you're fooling yourself.
Perhaps you're locked in a prison,
as tight and moist as the one inside
and the bars are invisible,
as much to you as those billions,
as invisible as they are to you
or as invisible as you are to them,
each living life in total freedom
from the realization of who you are.
© 2007, Satya J. Gabriel