Thank you, rule of law.

The psychological sanity wall

You protect me from all the gatekeepers for my freelance/non-profit endeavours, to be done in peace.

The status role equalizer, given by the contract. All humblebragging mean nothing past this barrier. Turtles all the way up, turtles all the way down. High school.

So I can value my time, not by somebody else. It's my little carved out sector of the net, not being share cropped by somebody else for some hopeful scraps of exposure to make a living, yet it's a land of hope that others can respect, or leave.

I can turn around, and do the work that I want to make for the community that I seek to serve.

You've got ridden of them. Because it's such a cruel lottery. This is the silver lining of all this folksnomy. Growth here means I'm making a difference.

Owning a permission asset is way more than being in the limelight of one. The double-sided paradoxical nature of free grinds to a halt with this boundary.

Thank you. Owning the copyright is the only sanctity.