“I know why you do it,” she said.
Sitting outside a Greek restaurant on a late spring day, I was chatting, with a friend of over 25 years, about my work as an orthomolecular psychiatrist, catching her up on the highlights over the past six months.
“Why?” I asked, wondering if she knew me well enough not to say that I did it for the intellectual challenge.
“It’s about freedom,” she said firmly, as sure of herself as I was astonished. She did understand.