Perhaps the point of life is not to be free, but to be indentured to the people and things in life that you love. Indentured, indebted, ultimately dedicated. ... I look at people around the airport waiting for flights, all ages, shapes and sizes, and I think: we are not so different, you and I. ... The 6am crowd on mass transit is decidedly a different group than the 7am. Moreso glazed, from lack of sleep or silent despair. At least mine were from lack of sleep. :) ---
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