But blindly I'm led by blind men by the hand down the blind road in the blind chains of conformed liberation. But the notion of non-conformity is a prison in itself, binding one by self-imposition of limit. »Nothing that conforms is aloud,« the say. »So we'll all not do the same thing.« And by doing so and not so they are as shackled as the conformers. They are, therefore, not free because they hold themselves down. The secret to freedom is to be open to both halves of everything. The way of the peaceful warrior. He walks the middle path and finds the balace betweeen captivity on both sides. He walks the fence that divides everything into equal and opposite terms. He walks in freedom