Something is rotten. Something is rotten with the State of Mind. What is supposed to be a state of freedom, limitless and without thoughts has, in fact, gotten to the edge of its field of range. The cute, sweet sparkle of joy that had started when someone decided to break apart from a state in which someone else imposed the rules, is now reverting on its own principles. Too much freedom is hell. Too much freedom brings closeness. Too much freedom enslaves. When there is too much freedom the particles are welcome to move as they like without considering that their quantity can out stand their quality, annihilating it.
The base problem is in the point regarding multitude. When something is too much is as bad as it may have been if it were too little. The too much unmatches life. But this is not the point I would like to make about the too much freeness. At the beginning, this state may attract many with its promise, but eventually it will eat everyone out, just a little far from where it started.
Conceding too much freedom is a drug. It is addictive. It spreads its love amply with the only objective to then betray who it had, perhaps, once loved. It is an infamous cheater. Conceding too much freedom leads to act without taking the determinate responsibilities on an action. It lacks respect. It creates connection that are not present and are, therefore, fallacious. It betrays.
Examples in theatre are, once again, so numerous. The quantity, this time, only indicates its strong need of mention. “Something is rotten in the state of Denmark” may have just indicated that too much freedom of thinking could bring to destruction. To make another example, I would like to quote what I am rehearsing currently, A View from the Bridge by Arthur Miller. In this case, Eddie’s unmatched and free will of behaving how he wants, without accepting anyone’s critique, throws the Carbone family down, destroying it. It has to be mentioned however how Eddie became crazy because conceding what he thought as too much freedom to Catherine, her niece. Was it too much freedom? Or was it that he was only free to believe so?
Life, as for theatre, does retain many other examples about the redundancy of freedom. It might just need to supervise a workplace where kids, or kid-minded people, are allowed. Then, it is evident how much freedom is counterproductive.