The only trouble is fear. The only freedom is freedom from worry.
“ME!” she cried. “MINE!” he roared. These pronouns are pincers, the killing business of arthropods. Dig into their meaning. Understand precisely what they mean and how they dominate us. Be free of them.
There is only one freedom, and that is freedom from negative emotions.
Are we human sticky buns, glue-meisters clinging to persons, possessions and relationships? Trouble that way lies. Not that persons, possessions and relationships are inherently troublesome. Not at all. But stickiness? That’s the devil.
We cannot renovate the mask-like fear-based personality. The most we can do with this fragile shell of a self is step out of it, as chicks do after a period of assiduous pecking.