I always thought that freedom was best. Yet, I believe, forcing a good custom, a good rule, is good.
Forcing your family eating together, yet I’d rather like that it was done freely, willingly without being forced.
And I thought of the happiness of a mother chicken and her baby chicks following her, eating together, sleeping together under her wings.
Rules forcing us driving left, or right, to come or leave on time, regularly, ... What were it free, do, act as you like? Then it occurred to me that it would be chaos.
This is my book:
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