You couldn’t have nailed it any better. Left on the cutting room floor was a deeper examination of the myriad ways I felt inspired by liberation movements around the world, as I traveled through time and space. From the French resistance my family so bravely fought in during WW2, to the current Egalitarian movement I’m helping write into existence right here in the US in 2019. And, of course, the myriad movements my family had no part in, but whose legacy burns brightly. And, yes, it’s totally absurd. Because in the end, it was I who was liberated. Not from tyranny or oppression, but from the prison of my own mind. (Secular) blessings my man.