Who gets to write the rules? Think about everything that surrounds you. From the carpet or hardwood floor of your apartment or house or the paint or wall paper, even the possible wood paneling of the walls. Think about the geometry of your house, apartment, and neighborhood. Someone said this will go here and it will fit into this space and for those who want to be in this spot and place they will have to follow such and such rules.
If you try to go cross country to experience the landscape of America, possibly even to resurrect the spirits of the pioneers of yesteryear you'll be left to follow the speed limit. The speed limit being there for a reason only fully known to the government of wherever you may be. Sure safety is a concern but safety is always a concern even if you're walking.
To drop the pedal down and the speedometer up pushes the limit within ourself. Why? Because we have a speed limit. To follow what someone has handed down as law and then break it puts us into a state that challenges our moral attitude. When the speed rushes up from the wheel to the driver seat, the landscape rushing by, and drag pushing up against the windshield the law doesn't seem worth it.
When the rules come down and pour through every facet of our lives like water from a broken jar on a tiled floor, freedom becomes a demand.
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