When you live on the borders, all borders become indistinct. What is possible, indeed, what is desirous becomes simple.  It becomes a choice rather than a physical or moral imperative; When you live in this state you become defined, at least to yourself, by those things you won’t do.  Those things you cling to as pillars of identity; This leads to either an ossification of behavior or a opposite effect.  In the effort to cling to a ideal self, that self erodes away;  until like a lizard sloughing off a too tight skin those prohibitions are removed;  at some point You will find yourself terribly, horribly free.  For true freedom is in many ways as crippling as a world of limited choices.  If you are capable of anything,  what can you be but a monster in human skin? So divorced from humanity that you cease to be human, at least until, having reached this point of enlightenment, it all comes crushing back down; and this self becomes a thing with borders and boundary lines; and you stretch out,  crossing those borders breaking those lines; a ever growing process towards Ascension.