I don't know where my soul is, soul is I don't know where my home is, home is
She was elusive. She was today. She was tomorrow. She was the faintest scent of a cactus flower, the flitting shadow of an elf owl. - Stargirl
All my life, I thought of love as some kind of voluntary enslavement. Well, that is a lie: freedom only exists when love is present. The person who gives him or herself wholly, the person who feels freest, is the person who loves most wholeheartedly.
And, the person who loves wholeheartedly, feels free.
That is the true experience of freedom: having the most important thing in the world without owning it.