I don’t seem to choose my thinkings, feelings, and doings…
They seem to choose me–and take me along for the ride, for better or worse.
And so, I wonder…
Is it possible that free will is just a grand delusion?
Is it possible that free will is nothing more than my self-conscious brain playing tricks on itself?
A vain attempt to seize control where no control exists?
A desperate bid to make sense of an absurd existence?
An emotional rejection of determinism?
A conceited attempt to feel more special than I really am?
Then again, free will may be the most infinitely precious and powerful thing in the entire cosmos.
This is a gem! Nice work Frank.
Thanks for the resonance and much needed encouragement, Jim. Cheers.