The idea of freedom came to earth, looking for a place to lay its head, but found none. 

There were no peoples on earth willing to accept her presence, once they realized the generosity she would require of them. 

However much they sang her praises, there were none who would modify their dwellings so she could take up residence within them.

There were none who would accommodate their spirits to hers, so that she could be kin to them—more than visitor or invader.

There were none who could see that she would enlarge, rather than reduce, whatever heart she entered—that she came to give, and not to steal.

We proved ourselves too afraid for her; thus we were found unworthy of her.

Once more, freedom retires into the realm of mere thoughts and dreams, until a people generous enough to incarnate her appears again.