Freedom for creativity? Freedom from creativity? Is this a playground or a jail?

Freedom?  Restrictions? 

Limitations?  Guidelines?

Safety?  Security?  Sanctions?  Sanctimonious?

The signs surrounding the playground that swam by me as I jogged my way around Washington Square in New York City got me thinking.

Do we need rules to set us free?

Is this a safe space within a jungle?  Or is it a sterile void where creativity fled long ago?

Perspective.  You be the judge.