Letter to a Prisoner

I hope this letter finds you in good health and spirits. You and I both find ourselves entrapped, so to speak. While I am free I do not mean to impose upon your condition, but I will continue my thoughts. I am free, in the sense that the society has chosen to define "freedom." You are free, in the sense that the society has chosen to deem you intolerable. I am free to act but you, you were free to act as you pleased. I don't seek to be an immoral criminal (for some crimes are objectively, moral), but I do seek to be free to act as I please; should they lock me up too? Perhaps.

Your offense, whatever it was, was somehow intolerable; you were deemed a social malefactor, a leper-in-spirit, and cast off to labor and wallow by our peers. You may feel regret for your crime, or not; perhaps you are truly wrongfully accussed, in which case I deem you a tragic loss.

How I deem you, beyond the thoughts of our peer-masses, is to be a soul possessed; in that moment of crime, possessed by rage, by malice, by greed, or by mortal virtue, you malefaction was unlikely to have been thoughtless. As such, you are not in a mental prison (unlike those who crime truly thoughtlessly, they are nowadays deemed insane), but rather a prison against action, a prison that contains only intentions.

Then it must likely be true that your intention is truly imprisoned, that by imprisoning your form our peers have barred you from continuiong to act; whether you intend to revenge, to atone, to reconstructu yourself or flee to a land away, that is truly all you can do -- intend.

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