Why Is It Called The Borderless View?

"We declare our right on this earth...to be a human being, to be respected as a human being, to be given the rights of a human being in this society, on this earth, in this day, which we intend to bring into existence by any means necessary."
— Malcolm X

I spent a night in a jail cell in an NYC precinct once.

Not because I'd committed a crime. Not because I was dangerous. But because I had an unpaid ticket, I didn't even know existed. They issued a warrant. They arrested me. They locked me in a cell. And for hours, I sat there—violated, dismayed, disrespected, inferior—while they processed paperwork that would ultimately tell me: Just pay the ticket and go home.

I had no phone. When they finally released me, I walked home in the dark, replaying the night in my head. And one thought kept circling: This is what they call freedom?

I'd been told my whole life that I lived in a free country. That I had rights. That I was autonomous. But sitting in that cell, it crystallized for me: I'm not as free as I thought. None of us are. We're just living in a larger zoo where the cages are mental, and the zookeepers are us—executing programs designed to keep everyone in line.

That night didn't radicalize me. But it planted a seed. And years later, when I started questioning everything about how we live, that seed grew into something I couldn't ignore.

Borders Are Just Prison Walls We've Agreed To

The only difference between a border and a prison wall is one is physical and the other is mental.

Think about it. I wanted to travel to Thailand and Japan—not to escape, not to abandon my home, but simply to experience other cultures. To see how other human beings live on this same planet. But to do that, I needed permission. A passport. A visa. Documentation proving I'm allowed to exist in a different part of the Earth I was born on.

And standing in those immigration lines, being processed like livestock, it hit me: we're no better than the animals we lock up in zoos for our own comfort.

We're born as human beings. Not as Americans or Japanese or Thais. Not as our names, our races, or any of the labels slapped on us at birth. We're born knowing, instinctively, that we belong to the Earth. But over time, we become docile. We take on those labels as if they are us. We accept the idea that we're born in a particular land and that land defines us, owns us, controls us.

This is the issue we have as humans: we privatize and own things that don't belong to anyone. The Earth—with its heartbeat (yes, scientists have discovered the Earth has a heartbeat)—might have something to say about that.

The Earth Is a Body. We Are Its Cells.

It clicked for me when I started learning about esoteric and hermetic knowledge—specifically the seven Hermetic principles. "As above, so below. As within, so without."

I looked up how cells and atoms are shaped inside our bodies. They're like mini solar systems. Our lungs mirror the structure of trees, roots and all. The patterns repeat. The microcosm reflects the macrocosm. As within, so without.

We humans have blood. The Earth has oil. We have a nervous system. The Earth has ecosystems. We are not separate from this planet—we are the planet. We're cells in a living organism, and right now, we're acting like a virus.

Countries are hierarchies. They're not natural. In my opinion, they don't serve the totality of humanity or the Earth we live on. Many are suffering. The world is sick from constant extraction, consumption, exploitation. We're on a path of self-destruction, and we keep pretending the borders we've drawn will protect us.

But borders don't protect. They divide. They imprison.

Home Is Not a Place. It's Freedom.

I've never felt at home in a place. Not really. Home, for me, has always been the people I'm with and the things we're doing together. Homes—physical houses—were always just places to sleep and recalibrate: spiritually, mentally, physically, emotionally.

I felt most alive when I was experiencing new things, seeing new places, meeting new people. Freedom, for me, was always on the outside of the boxes humans create to keep some comfortable while keeping others in line.

Even as a child, home felt like a cage. My parents tried to control who I could hang out with, what I could do, where I could go. The walls weren't just physical—they were mental. They were the borders I had to cross just to feel like myself.

And that's what borders do. They don't just separate countries. They separate us from our own autonomy. From our right to be human beings on this Earth. From the freedom Malcolm X spoke of—the right to exist, to be respected, to move, to live, by any means necessary.

A World Without Borders

I don't have a fully fleshed-out model for what a world without borders looks like. But I know this: our compliance and complacency have made us settle for a way of living that most of us know, deep down, is wrong.

A world without borders is a world without countries. Without governments that govern our mentality and force us to work toward what a few people want rather than what serves us all. I do think we need capable people to help guide us ethically—not leaders who enforce their will, but facilitators who help us recalibrate when we lose our way.

We humans require three basic things to be fulfilled: to be free, to be loved and to love, and to create. Our current world makes it nearly impossible to do all three without feeling like the world is against us. Because it is. The system we've built punishes deviation. It rewards conformity. It makes freedom feel dangerous.

But here's the truth: we've accepted abuse on all aspects of life. We're pleading for the abuser to change when history shows us that's not going to happen. We must leave the abuser behind and move on to a new relationship—with ourselves, with each other, with the Earth.

As Daniel Quinn wrote: "You never change things by fighting the existing reality. To change something, build a new model that makes the existing model obsolete."

Why "The Borderless View"?

This blog is called The Borderless View because I refuse to accept the mental cages we've been handed. Because I believe we are not defined by the lines drawn on maps or the labels stamped on our documents. Because I believe the Earth is our home—all of it, not just the country we were born in.

This blog is for those of you who think the world should be different. Who feel alone in that thinking. Who look around and wonder: Why are we living like this?

You're not alone. There are many of us. And the more we speak up, the more we realize we've been conditioned into silence—taught to fear judgment, to fear being seen as lazy or broke or radical. Taught to fear the unknown, so we stick with what we know even when it's killing us spiritually.

But we don't have to keep living in the zoo.

We can imagine something better. We can build something new. We can reclaim our autonomy, our creativity, our right to be human beings on this Earth.

We just have to be brave enough to look beyond the borders—mental and physical—and see what's possible.

Your Challenge

This week, I challenge you to think outside the boxes you've been given. Question one assumption you've always accepted as fact. Ask yourself: What would I do if borders—mental or physical—didn't exist?

Where would you go? What would you create? Who would you become?

Don't let fear answer for you. Let your imagination speak.

Because the first step to building a borderless world is seeing one in your mind.

Welcome to The Borderless View.