USA and the Promise of Liberty

Liberty? Really? ,,, . In 1996 I got my passport to move to another country? I had about $3K in my retirement to pay the US government what I owed them. I tried and tried (before 2008 ) to get my STRS facing adverse conditions. Apparently someone did not want me to leave? After being beaten then by ten people, apparently my surprise graduation (Arts and Sciences-mathematics, M.A.) party I have worked hard to progress. The university where I taught/studied had a very good environment ranking being number one in the state campuses of our state when I left. MENSA acceptance, master of arts degree, a novel manuscript ( 1995 ) in hand, ready for changes for the good. I had made so much progress the last five yrs. I hung on mostly to the intent/evidence being the manuscript, the "great (liberty) American novel." My? Art belongs to people. No? The land of liberty meant we were globally free, at say even at liberty to leave? I usually take as an understanding of progress to be the realised gain from a point in the past, on the move, still, otherwise.

Why liberty now? Writing is one of the most reciprocatingly cognitive expansions of the cerebral nature. And liberty is the desert being monitored. ... And this construct, "liberty" guides the oppressed, those who are limited by destructive situations. It is a noble obligation, like planting a tree, having chidren. Work is art. Art, work. Work generates work. Giving work is a blessing. Work is a tonic. Art, work, creativity are subject to exercises for a better life, self/community. Writing, creativity that is, reaping the yield of coffee/writing mind/ generative activities, energy so sacred. Writing rectifies, regulates, makes right and balances mood where before simply depression and anxiety were clinical and adversarial. Befriending melancholy? Yes. For me it is an old friend, an old friend that allows me to see a better depth of the world, staying in touch through head, hand, heart. Make it a land of true liberty. Be. Be the manifestation of the construct liberty. Rejoice! Ah, (freedom, just around the corner (Bob Dylan) to you.