Each of us is just a container of cells. Everything around us a collection of sub-atomic particles joined together by some unknown force.
Our thoughts and feelings are nothing more than chemical reactions. Almost as if we are test tubes, combining the same ingredients in different proportions, over and over again, hoping for a miracle.
You are only as free as you think you are.
What quality of thinking can occur in a test tube?
Maybe . . . try a place where there are no rules?
The Infinite 