Every system of belief starts the same way. Someone, somewhere, tries to make sense of the chaos. Lightning strikes. Crops fail. A child is born. A life ends. The questions pile up faster than the answers do. So, we build frameworks. Stories. Rules. We build something to hold onto in a universe that doesn’t come with instructions.

We often mistake freedom for permission. The freedom to do whatever we want. To say whatever we feel. To chase pleasure without consequence. But that isn’t freedom, that’s impulse.