I started noticing something else, too. People will give their lives—literally give their one wild and precious life—to whatever they believe is sacred. Sometimes it’s faith. Sometimes it’s family. Sometimes it’s sex, status, politics, or money. I’ve watched people burn themselves out in service of sacred cows that never once fed them back. And I’ve also seen people light up with vitality when they—even for a moment—remember joy. When they reconnect to some tiny thread of playfulness. When they taste freedom again. Animals used for research being released into open pasture again.