Golden Prison

Prison is prison, even if it is golden. Life is a mother who bears the coercion burden of coming. An imperfect mother, empty of love and empty of kindness. Life is a mother who bears the coercion burden of going. A mother who grows her seed and sometimes it dies before she gives birth. Life is a mother whose womb is the golden prison of human. His coming is Mandatory and his going is compulsory, prison is prison. Love, affection, free will, all three, are abstract concepts that human creates only in the middle interval of this death to birth. The will to freedom that "exists" only after the coercion of birth and before the coercion of death. This is a prison, a golden prison.