Auto, from the Greek ‘Autos’ meaning ‘self’. So an automobile is a self moving mobile, autonomous is self governing and an autobiography is a self-written life story. My first auto in 1968 was a 1965 Austin Healy 3000, red and a whole lot of fun! However my autonomous birthing, freedom of movement, was my brother Mark’s 1956 Chevy, an American Icon! In August 1966, when I turned 16, we drove a few blocks from our apartments to a very steep little hill which ran down into the Interstate 85 Freeway coming out of Atlanta. He parked us going up the hill and said, “you drive!” It had a ‘four on the floor’ Hurst shifter and I had to learn how to use a clutch quickly since my brother wasn’t that patient with me. I immediately got the hang of it and have driven over 2,000,000 miles since. That’s a round trip to the Moon four times! So, the point is, at some point in your life you are going to have to learn to drive yourself if you do not want to remain under others control. This is actually a lifelong endeavor as there will practically always be an authority which has some control over you. The Stoics will say to learn when to drive and when to be a passenger. However, understand that if you never develop the ability to drive yourself metaphorically, you will always be in servitude. Perhaps you are okay with that, but these are the rules of the game!