On the Eighth Day, I ventured a comment concerning the blinding cloak of Safety.
Was it a lie to say I value my liberty over my security? I had a stalker once. Twice, really, but only one threatened to abduct me. Concerned for my safety, a network of friends organized such that I was never alone. I was happy to trade my liberty for that safety.
The net result of the whole mess is that I broke a protector-friend’s heart. Security always comes at a price.