So...confusion is freedom? I like the idea. I really do like it but how is that going to help me? That I'm confused and full of ideas and many different possible course of actions...yepp, that I know. But what the fuck are you going to do when you have all theese pieces of puzzel that belongs to completley different puzzles? That truly is a puzzel. So, yes, I love the tought that confusion is freedom, nothing is set, nothing is certain, everything is possible, nothing is impossible.  You stand before crossroads, constantly. It's a privilege.