Freedom and loneliness

Freedom. Throughout history the ultimate goal of mankind has always been freedom. Worshiped like a god. Maybe the contemporary god. Everyone believes that being free is the ultimate goal, the target. But what does freedom really mean? Few have ever questioned themselves.
Most probably, freedom is defined as choosing, living in your own way, no one over your head telling you what to do or don't. Acting free. It sounds like a great experience. Ultimate. Maybe utopic. But how can you be free when you react with other people emotionally? What about feelings? What about emotions? When you care about other people then you care about their opinions. About their opinion on "freedom"? Isn't this like setting a frame on your space of act? Choices are now not free. You can't be free if you care about what others think for your act. More, if you care about them. But just caring about their opinion is enough to take your freedom away. Jean Paul Sartre in his play "No Exit" said, "Hell is other people", because everyone cares about other people's opinions. Their judgment is crucial.
You can't really be free when other people are around. But, you can't live when no people are around. So, there is a conflict. Freedom and loneliness. One can be alone, with no one close to him, acting free, being a "Free creature". But won't this lead him to loneliness? Won't this make him unhappy? Maybe our ultimate goal is loneliness. Personal spaces. Personal worlds. Freedom. One universe per creature. People apart are people free. People together? What is this? Is it mankind free? Free from what? It is a matter of acting as a unity or as a person. It is a matter of living as a unity or a person. Love may be the answer, but is it possible?

Nothing to say.

I've been feeling a little weird lately, I don't know what it is. Maybe I got tired of some things and situations. It is like a void, but with a lot of content inside. So many things - questions in fact - that come and go. But I simply cannot put them in words. Things so basic, existential shit and simple wonderings that are too straightforward to express. "It takes a genius to understand simplicity" Dennis Richie said. But what does it take to express it? A hell lot more I'd say. Things that cannot be discussed. Things so preliminary that one has to find an answer for himself. You cannot get an answer for what is the meaning of life, this way you simply can't get an answer for a lot more questions. This is not a place for science. I have been after science for all my life, but I understand that science itself is not anything big. Just a tool for human to explain simple things that happen.
I have been reading about a book in the newspaper some days ago. It is called "Ten Questions Science Can't Answer (Yet!)" by Michael Hanlon. From what I understood, it looks like a very interesting and fun book to read. It gives no answers, it just sets the questions in an ironic and beautiful way that can get you one step closer to the truth. Your truth. Things become so subjective in really big questions, just because there are no simple answers. So, as science taught as through history. When there is no simple answer, we just use what suits as best. So, we accept what makes us feel better. And this is important. Things can be as simple as 42 if we want them to :)

Cheers.