From the Garden of Eden onward, mankind has ever gravitated toward egocentrism: putting self at the center of everything. No surprise that Ptolemy’s view of the earth as the center of the universe held sway for 1500 years. No surprise that Protagoras’ “Man is the measure of all things,” was picked up by the voices of the Enlightenment over 2000 years later. No real surprise that I want my world to rotate around my desires. It is, however, a bit frustrating that the world simply won’t cooperate with giving me my way when and how I want it. And doggone it, when I do manage to get what I want and I step fully into the center of the universe for some small while, then it seems that the center doesn’t hold, “mere anarchy is loosed upon the world” (sorry – using Yeats for my own purposes – which rather makes the point again). Where is the center that won’t give way? As we speak of freedom on this Independence Day weekend, where is the freedom that doesn’t soon collapse into bondage to be found?