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... nted on the ground. Yet I am without doubt rising right now.
Humans, whose two feet were bound to the earth, must once have looked up at the birds free in the sky without shackles and held yearning in their hearts.
But what we yearned for was not the flapping of wings. It was freedom. The freedom to cross mountains if mountains lay ahead, to cross rivers if rivers lay ahead.
Thus, rising meant the release from shackles; floating meant freedom.
I was, right now, be ...
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