“How much larger your life would be if your self could become smaller in it; if you could really look at other men with common curiosity and pleasure; if you could see them walking as they are in their sunny selfishness and their virile indifference! You would begin to be interested in them, because they are not interested in you. You would break out of this tiny and tawdry theatre in which your own little plot is always played, and you would find yourself under a freer sky, in a street full of splendid strangers.”

G.K. Chesterton

Your theater can become very tiny and tawdry indeed when the end goal of your existence is to consume more and more.  The walls close in even more if you allow yourself to be convinced that being temporarily denied the ability to consume at will and at random is to be denied freedom or that you are taking a principled stand by not acting responsibly in the face of a pandemic- others be damned.  That production has a very short and dismal run and does not leave the audience wanting more.