The Ouroboros of Liberation
The most profound shackles are not forged of iron, but of psyche, woven from the internalized whispers of the oppressor into a cage of the spirit, wherein the soul, mistaking its own reflection for its jailer, must finally perform the ultimate alchemy: to devour its own tail of conditioned inferiority and, from that self-consuming fire, be reborn as both the phoenix and the sky into which it ascends.
–Whalid Safodien
The Feather Pen
