Security

If you were to find Shakespeare (or Da Vinci, Mozart, or Buddha) deep in a forgotten cave in a state of suspended animation and to wake him, would you let him go hang gliding? And if not, what does that make you? Are the limits we customarily place on other people with the stated intent of keeping them "safe" (or more ominously, "secure") justifiable? All of them? Any of them? What of the limits we insist upon for ourselves (and often our very thoughts) for the same reason? Can greatness be achieved under such constraints? And if not, then what are we doing to ourselves and to one other?