ALL OF US ARE FREEDOM’S SLAVES
“Freedom’s slave.”
This phrase is fascinating to me. The words evoke a sense of mayhem and magic, and of paradox and painful lessons.
A world-traveling friend gave the words to me as a gift. (He knows I collect such things.) He told me he had seen a tattoo of that phrase two different times in his many years of travel.
One of the tattoos was inked on the forearm of a fellow traveler, a scammer and nascent chaos-hound traveling through Southeast Asia.
The other one, which he saw years later, was on the chest of a European refugee living in Ecuador and working on stabilizing a life for himself and his lady who was earning large as a mercenary soldier in some Middle Eastern skirmish somewhere. …
