Wednesday, August 29, 2012

Pre-determined Life

I'm lately favoring the philosophy of pre-destiny. Technically, all objects stay in motion until they meet another object and then the reaction will be determined by the characteristics of those two objects. Some might say that personality and choice are part of those characteristics but I'm in favor of mathematics like weight and hair color. Because of the slant angle of my nose a woman will be repelled or attracted to me and will approach or flee. And that sets in motion a series of chain reactions that I have no control over and will lead to my destiny.
I want someone to defend self-determination because I think it's a myth. We invent the concept of choice to give our ego praise or abuse for doing good or bad. But the outcome actually was predetermined a billion years ago.

Let us start at my recent painful constipation that led to an awful experience in the grocery store bathroom...caused by eating an entire box of WalMart molasses cookies (expired and discounted)...caused by my lack of insulin as my pancreas fails...caused by endemic corn sugar additive in BBQ sauce and soda and molasses cookies...caused by the advent of corn sugar as a surplus product of cultivated corn that was a staple of the first humanoids on north America who drifted like worn leaves from Alaska and hence from Europe and even further back in slanted forehead ages from African deserts and trees escaping lions as proto humans. The case is clear that I was destined to have my lower intestine packed with dough and soda pop, straining in agony to pass the ball of shit...it's clear to me.

We are just chemical reactions on track for our date with destiny. I accept a job or get fired or quit and then reflect that it's because I'm trying to alter my pre-destiny but then I think that no, I was predestined to quit. I am redundant and my life is already cemented in the history of geometry. I must only place my foots in the outlines that have already been drawn with faint chalk. There is no escape.
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