No one looks at two parallel lines and sees freedom. Some escape, perhaps, but never freedom. This is natural.
Oi, what we need floats between us and teases us. I see it, but I cannot name it.
May you hear God’s blessing in your own way. It was already there, but you weren’t listening.
Next day edit: whiskey was involved there. Still, my sober self understands. One could perhaps paraphrase some Sufis that “to be drunk is to be sane”, although of course in their case no “sharab” would have been involved.