Ever wonder who’s playing you?
Think about it. You feel pain, right? What feels it? Your finger? No, that’s what’s sending the message to your brain. Yeah, okay. Your eyes see? No, they send messages to your brain. What makes us interpret these things like we do? What gives us exterior motives? Ulterior motives?
What’s observing us observe? For example, what’s controlling us? Something’s controlling us. And I mean it exactly in a Halo or a Call of Duty sense. We control the players. Maybe in their world, everything they’re doing is what they think is Of Their Own Accord (bad reference, I know). That is, what we control, they may believe they’re doing on their own. What about us? Maybe there’s some quasi-omnipotent something out there (I never said it was a being) that’s directing our every move, yet we may think we have free will. I may be typing this post because Cthulu or the Flying Spaghetti Monster wills it so.
Think about it. You feel pain, right? What feels it? Your finger? No, that’s what’s sending the message to your brain. Yeah, okay. Your eyes see? No, they send messages to your brain. What makes us interpret these things like we do? What gives us exterior motives? Ulterior motives?
What’s observing us observe? For example, what’s controlling us? Something’s controlling us. And I mean it exactly in a Halo or a Call of Duty sense. We control the players. Maybe in their world, everything they’re doing is what they think is Of Their Own Accord (bad reference, I know). That is, what we control, they may believe they’re doing on their own. What about us? Maybe there’s some quasi-omnipotent something out there (I never said it was a being) that’s directing our every move, yet we may think we have free will. I may be typing this post because Cthulu or the Flying Spaghetti Monster wills it so.
Pictured: Me??????
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