I agree with Bentham that 'rights and duties' are not moral at all. They are completely meaningless in an ethical scope, purely speaking. I am proposing that, for the sake of it's utility, we let each their own without fear of persecution. You are correct, we have the right to legs and eyes, but not all of us have them. However, you cannot lose your sense of self. After all, it is what allows to realize you are in lack of appendages and blind in the first place!

Would you rather be made to live or have the freedom to die?

I am simply using the ego to justify our mortality, nothing more. I agree that mortality spawns disdain, anger, and desolation. However, it also allows us foresight unto our life to come. With this, we can push past the dismal. One must imagine Sisyphus happy.

I am defining the ego in Freudian terms, are we on the same page?

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Perhaps it chains us to physical dimensions

Elaborate. What other dimensions do you proposer there are?

An expression of the condition of our conditions themselves. An expression that accounts the absurdity of the conscious, self-aware mind.

It is the struggle accounted by every condition, to be, and in the words of Camus, "One must imagine Sisyphus happy."

Not so much be talked out of, I want to refine my belief as much as possible. Is it valid, to your eyes at least?

I do hold a sizable chunk for that man in my heart, and I do side with that.

By must, I mean what you must, colloquially, do to remain alive; consequently being finding a reliable source of food, water, consistent shelter, etc. The same as any of our Darwin cousins. However, the human is set apart by its own mind. We have developed a sense of self, and a desire beyond colloquial survival. Due to this sense of being, we have an instinct keen of our individual survival. A guard that is not aware of what it is guarding is, more often than not, a foolish one. We are aware of our fate. What seems to be a trend among suicide victims? A note. The suicidal know what is to come. They find great comfort in it. Everything that has plagued them, will swiftly be relieved. What does one do in the arms of such comfort? They portray it, all in a note. It is the justification for their inevitable release. Everything you do and say, everything you write, sing, draw, or any other form of expression, is your note. There is an end. We know there is an end. It is plastered in our writings, our art, and our very selves. This allows to see what we could do, what can be done knowing of our end. To fish is to cast the line. You cannot understand what could be if you do not understand what you are in the first place. So you must strive to reach that understanding. The same for every human. You must strive to become the best mind possible of yourself. You think, therefore you are.