The Glory of Freedom

Nothing is as glorious as freedom.  No other gift is as wonderful, or as terrible.  The burden of freedom is greater than a boulder across your shoulders.  Envy Atlas, all who hear, for although his burden was great, you who are free have a greater.  Atlas was not free, doomed to support the earth forevermore, but he knew not the weight of self-determination.  Many who should feel this weight do not.  They have given their burden to others to carry, smooth-speaking, silver-tongued weasels who take, with their burden, a part of their humanity.  The steadfast freemen walk on, wearing their freedom as a badge of honor.