My body is my temple, at least one religion says so. A religion I'm free to follow but not to dispute. Well let me tell it's also a lie, my body is property of the respective government of the country I dwell in, as they decide what I shall or shall not do, eat, drink, smoke or spike myself with. And don't try to fool yourself that they are trying to protect you against harm. The legal status of alcohol, tobacco and in some places firearms teaches us otherwise. Don't get me wrong, I love cigarettes, beer and guns but if governments really cared they would prohibit Aspartame(r), Round-up(r), and a whole range of pharmaceuticals, conservants and colourants that we, to this day happily stuff our faces with. So a free life could also read a fugitive life, an exiled life or at least an outcast life. Even blogging about this kind of crap can impede with the weak, false sense of freedom I have. Having to struggle every day to not spend any money doesn't sound or feel free to me either. I feel like a slave to the monetary system regardless of if I spend any money or not.
It's probably best or at least the most freeing to not think about all these things too much, to return to the sheep, the ignorant masses and pretend that it's "all goood", like they say in Louisiana.
If you don't move around too much you might not feel the chains that bind you. Or you can open your eyes and feel the full weight of your bondage but only then will we have a better sense of how to gain our freedom.