I am rather struck by this quote at the moment; it is like having the refrain of a popular song buzzing around my brain. One that I am unable to stop thinking about. it has a poetic symmetrical and a simplistic lyricism. I am still trying to work through what the second half means. Is ethics really the considered form that freedom takes? There is a sometimes forgotten phrase that completes the sentence: “…. when it is informed by reflection”
(Foucault, 1997b, p. 284).