After little muddled thinking and all these great observations, I have changed my definition of personal freedom and am more aware that money can buy
the freedom I want. Money is the master, or maybe God. I have two roads to freedom.
And also, there was a tribe in Borneo I think, and the world did not know they existed in the 1970s. Maybe the day the last man there was recorded as
a citizen, that was the last free person.