Despite everything you have ever been told about the fallacious arguments centered around the current state in which mankind finds themselves, Free Will does not, in fact, exist nor does it bear any weight in the current predicament.
You, your species, and everything alive and dead upon this planet, in this solar system, in this universe, to the length and breadth of all that is possible to perceive, is a cog inside an ineffable machine chugging along at light speed toward a penultimate destination that has absolutely nothing to do with you or your species or the planet you live on. That you perceive yourself to be the center of your own personal universe, free and able to choose the course of your journey is a result of faulty perception.
Does a single cell on your finger decide to pick up a rock and toss it through a window? No, although from the cell’s point of view, it feels like it. This, in fact, is how to tell if you have really made a unique and singular choice, separate from consensus reality. Step out of your rut, fly off on a tangent, take the road less traveled then stop for a moment and look behind you. Are you alone? Or have a thousand people followed close behind you? How many people had the very same idea at the exact same time? Trust me, there was nothing free about it.
If Jesus Christ had truly been a god he would have looked into the eyes of the men who were nailing him to the cross and begged their forgiveness. “Forgive me,” he would have said. “Forgive me for taking you to this place where you are forced to perform the unthinkable. Forgive me for forcing you to act like animals, that you must chew off your own leg to escape my traps. Forgive me for involving you in a feud that is billions of years old, turning you into cannon fodder for the amusement of beings who consume your suffering like heroin. Forgive me for co-opting your hive mind and forcing you to goose step right off the edge of the cliff. Forgive me for feeding you my shit and telling you it was manna. Forgive me, because in the end, very few of you were ever meant to survive. Cruel is the hand of god, ruthless is his choosing, and damned are those who play the game, for it is rigged against the very thing it professes to promote.”
If you can believe this, if you can wrap your head around the fact that you are powerless, totally and absolutely, that nothing you do, nothing you say, nothing you think will alter the outcome of your life, that all the strife and striving and suffering is for nothing, that heaven and hell and true love are fairy tales told to children to make them behave, then you, my friend, are free. Truly free. Absolutely free. Baggage free. Shooting off in a wild tangent outside of space and time quark free.
That is the definition of freedom. The gods are amused that you would long for such a thing.
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