nevertheless, i am free. there's this specter of existential doom with the war machine and technological control of the living, yet, as william james says, there is always free will. maybe in other human eras the control was the church crushing free will and dissent. still, people slipped the bonds. and survived the bombs. there are moments that could be death that turn to moments of rebirth. when we speak with the angels, and we may not even know it, but we are changed, we have our chance, we are still here.