For me, 'real', or to be more precise 'absolute, freedom lies in oblivion (note small o), the cessation of one's own existence. I was going to say death, but the jury's been out for a while on whether death and oblivion are the same thing.
Pardon the short/indistinct reply, I went to a friend's friend's 18th last night and am shrugging off pretty much the worst hangover I've ever had today. Tequila and vodka shots do not mix well...
