Sep 2014
An agent, choosing freely
doomed to a fate, I know not
or a puppet dangling from a string?
Imagine life as a choir of singlular ripples
on the surface of a pond, entropic little dances
intersecting, until each has passed and gone, each
playing their part, in life's orchestra of cause and *effect
doomed to a fate, I know not
or a puppet dangling from a string?
Imagine life as a choir of singlular ripples
on the surface of a pond, entropic little dances
intersecting, until each has passed and gone, each
playing their part, in life's orchestra of cause and *effect
Then also add to the mix the neuro-chemical reactions going on inside our brain that cause us to make certain choices, the evolutionary mechanisms that we've developed along the way (fight or flight etc.) and we soon realize that free will's really just an illusion that we've used to shame ourselves into needing religion. We are naturally self loathing creatures that need to feel guilt. We evolved through suffering, and it's what we do best, suffering and pattern-seeking.
