Heavenletters

prī [indo-germ.] - > [german] 'lieben, frei sein' [to love, to be free]
prīt [indo-germ.] - > [german] 'hegen, schonen, pflegen' [to foster, to tend (deers, plants), to act out conservation (of a part of a forest; for domestic animals), to pen grazers]
pritus [indo-germ.] - > [german] 'Einfriedigung, Schutz, Sicherheit, Friede' [meaning: protection, safety, establishing of enclosures and pasture fences, something which is shielded and secured (at first, not as a property)]

Let me say some words to 'pritus - Friede' ....

These words derive from the times of the economies of pasture, partly nomadic.

Domestic herds need pasture fences. The herds have to be protected. If their protection is de-prived (violà! - have a look to 'pritus') and bereft, if it is destroyed and attacked by external human enemies, the animals are not "free" (as many modern contemporaries would say, I suppose) - rather, they are under un-peace. Their accord to the human community is lost. They become [german] 'unbefriedet'. They are jeopardizing themselves, other animals and humans.

'Friede' (engl. peace) ... If I am taken care of, if my pastures are secured, if my well-being is orderly prepared, if my fences are solely for my well-being, if I am free, active and eager to extend or to deconstruct or to transport my delineations, if I am tended, not whipped, if I am incited to give (let us say, I am an animal) my attention to humans, if I feel loved and nurtured and noticed ... then, I have freedom.

In the absence of being loved is no freedom.

Freedom is being loved.

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While we're on it ...

'freedom' / 'freiheit' comes from [german] 'freihals' = [literally explained in engl.] ... no burden around the neck.
In this - not early connotation of 'free - frei' ! - 'freiheit' is derived from slavery and feudally subjected conditions. Privations had already taken place. The original meaning of 'pritus' [indo-german] = shield and tended protection) had already been distorted and perverted.

Love is not under privacy. Then it is something else. Gravely to recognize.

Thank you, dear one, for your subtle language feeling - it is even historic, as we can see.

Theophil