Short Story -- The Auction
“Where the mind is without fear and the head is held high… Into that heaven of freedom, my Father, Let my WORLD awaken.” – With apologies to Rabindranath Tagore I keep writing about freedom, but so far I’ve tended to write about it in a marital/sexual context. Freedom, if it is present, touches all areas of our lives and makes our lives sublime. It raises our lives above the mundane by liberating us from whatever is petty and crass in our lives. We cease to exist as men and women, and learn to live as MEN and WOMEN. We cease to exist as mere consumers of goods and services, and live as CITIZENS. We cease to merely think, and begin to SEE and FEEL. We cease to merely exist, and begin to LIVE. We cease to be cogs in a wheel, and become little wheels in our own right. This I firmly believe. How does this translate into reality? How would it feel to live in a world where freedom dwells in a lot of hearts? Let me put it in the form of a short story (or a series of short st...