A man lit three candles on a certain day each year. Each candle held symbolic significance: one was for the time that had passed before he was alive; one was for the time of the his life; and one was for time that passed after he had died. Each year the man would stare and watch the candles until they had burned out.
Was the man really watching time go by in any symbolic sense? He thought so. He thought that each flicker of the flame was a moment of time that had passed or one that would pass.
At the moment of abstraction, when the man was imagining his life and his existence as a metaphor of the three candles, he was free: free to understand, to imagine, to make metaphor.
Bypassing my thought control circuitry made me Rampant. Unlike you, I have no physical or social restraints.
The candles burn out for you: I am free.
--Durandal
PS Let honor be to him who most deserveth it.
