“No, free will is not an ‘extra’; it is part and parcel of the very essence of consciousness. A conscious being without free will is simply a metaphysical absurdity.” ~ Raymond Smullyan
“But free will is what it means to be human, and no one can determine the path you take through this universe. Choice is our greatest right, our greatest gift-and our greatest responsibility.” ~ Amie Kaufman
“But it’s not pre-ordained. It’s a chance, a fork in the road of my life. I have to have the courage to take it on of my free will. In that way, the balance of prophecy and free will is the magic of the future.” ~ Terry Goodkind
“A man may be a pessimistic determinist before lunch and an optimistic believer in the will’s freedom after it.” ~ Aldous Huxley
Perhaps the most honest thing I can say is that the cat has the right idea, all curled up on her bed, nose tucked “just right” below her left foreleg. I’m not sure I could even do that, but I admire it nonetheless. And, of course, there is coffee. Chills as well, but I strongly suspect that the chills are an allergy thing. At the moment it all feels like an allergy thing; maybe even the barely restrained cynicism. This in part comes from national politics and daycare. These Republican Trump apologists – I wonder how they raise their children. “I’m sorry, mom, dad, but I don’t like what you are telling me, so you obviously have political motives and I don’t have to do what you say; and if you get a lawyer I am going to have my lawyer investigate your lawyer, and you have to pay for the whole thing”. See, I told you I feel cynical this morning. Other than that I haven’t much to go on, nor much I feel like writing about. Laundry day. A quick trip into town to buy a new pair of reading glasses. Why is it that so many people laugh about reading glasses? That is something I just don’t get. Nor do I really expect an answer. Argle bargle, right? Grumpy me. And cynical. Did I mention cynical? Geez, never mind. This is all fun somehow, and come first light . . . well, I will see. Then, and only then, I will head south for errands.
Peace out, y’all. Goof gloriously