Cost of Freedom
  • Announcement
  • Preface: the Voices of Free culture
  • Introduction
  • Collective Memory
    • The Uncommon Creativity of Bassel Khartabil
    • Bassel, and My Freedom
    • About Bassel
    • #NEWPALMYRA and the Free Bassel Campaign
    • Palmyra 3D, Premonition Vision Of Bassel
    • Rebuild Asad Al-Lat
    • Supporting Bassel
    • What Does Freedom Mean to You, Mr. Government?
    • Bassel K
    • My Friend is Not Free
    • Liberté
    • Free Bassel
  • Opening:Freedom
    • Keeping Promises
    • The Shit of Freedom
    • “Freedom To” vs. ”Freedom From”
    • Free Culture in an Expensive World
    • What is Open?
    • The Open World
    • Costs of Openness
    • My Brain on Freedom
    • Too Poor Not to Care
    • Inside or Outside the Movement
    • Freedom as a Commodity
    • Free as in Commons
  • Architectonics Of Power
    • Hacking the Contradictions
    • Time to Wake Up
    • The Cost of Internet Freedom
    • Why I Choose Privacy
    • Why I Choose Copyright
    • Why I Refused My Proprietary Self
    • Image, Identity, Attribution, Authorship
    • The Burden of Journalism
    • Architecture = Power
    • From Outer Space
    • Free Software Economics
    • Beyond Capitalism
  • Affordances
    • Queering
    • Nomadic Family
    • Self-Sufficiency
    • Collective Validation
    • Transdisciplinarity
    • Resilient Networks
    • Reconciliation
  • Epilogue
    • Internal Freedom
    • Love Letter To Computers
    • Towards a possible manifesto; proposing Arabfuturism(s)
    • The Cost of Future Tense
    • Andromeda Report – Gliese 832 C Expedition
  • Appendix
    • Call for Participation
    • Attributions
    • Online Resources
    • License
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  1. Epilogue

Internal Freedom

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I am alive. I am grateful to be alive. I smile. I want to share this happiness. With anyone. I may lean on the left side of politics, and you may lean on the right side. It doesn’t show on your face when I meet you in the street. We smile to each other. We exchange a salute. We start talking. During the course of the conversation, you hint to me of your political leaning. I frown. You hold your words. I’m sorry: the radical in me took over the human for a moment. I’d like to continue the conversation, why not? But I can’t find my words. A second of silence and we’re already out of sync. I have a doubt. Something in my past prevents me from connecting to you. Something in your past prevents you from connecting with me. We depart from each other. Both of us suffer a pinch of sadness.

I am alive. I am grateful to be alive. I smile. I want to share this happiness. With anyone. I may lean on the left side of the political spectrum, and you may lean on the right side. It doesn’t show on your face when I meet you in the street. We smile to each other. We exchange a salute. We start talking. During the course of the conversation, you hint to me of your political leaning. I frown. You hold your words. “Oh,” I shrug, “our paths may diverge on this topic, but I’m grateful we can share this moment together and learn from a different perspective.” A second of silence, and you smile. “Let’s walk together,” you propose.

I smile back at you. Something in my past was triggered, I felt it in my heart. Something in your past let you leave the difference behind. As we let go, we enjoy our internal freedom.

A glance, a smile, a recognition: beyond the imposed categories of society, we allow each other to not discriminate based on prejudice. Where is the matter that makes this possible? I want to call this matter: freedom.

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