I do not understand your obsession with freedom. 
There has never been such a thing. 
When you think you are most free, when you think your feet are farthest off the ground, look at your arms and you will find them shackled.  But that is only if you are lucky, and ignorant.

In the case of what may be considered true reason, even your eyes are bound.  They are otherwise as well, but in such an instance you don't notice it.  Or else you'd rather not.

If there is no such thing is freedom, then we are all enslaved.  Slaves is what we are, and all of us with a purpose, each an object in his own right.  So if we are all objectified, why should I not choose the way in which I am objectified?  Why should I not lie down, not for the illusion of love, but for a more tangible end?

Do not think the admission of flowers is free, ever.
You always give up something.