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| Fate |
Seeing the future is impossible.
Predicting the future is quite possible. Nostradomas and others were not necessarily visionaries, or blessed with ESP. They simply possessed the learned ability to extrapolate from known facts and trends, plus reasonable expectations of future developments, what would be a likely course of fate. Or is there more? Maybe they could see the Big Picture.
Perhaps time is continuous, with all moments of time constantly occurring, and our perception simply moves amongst those various moments, our constant course a multi-dimensional sequential motion forward through future moments.
All moments of all times are an infinite ocean of moments. Moments near to each other are very similar, but differ as the distance between them increases. And the direction that your path travels in any direction, like in a maze, is moved forward by the choices in life you make. Everyone's individual path is like a dimension, with the intersections forming moments. All moments of the past, present, and future have already happened, and we are simply personalities, passing through a pre-printed list of pre-existing moments, custom made for us. We just move through, entirely controlled, simply experiencing everything. Watching it happen, like watching TV. The moment I'm in right now still exists tomorrow. But it's behind me, and I can't move backwards. It will be experienced by the Me of that moment. For I exist in every moment I participate in. There are a limited number of moments of time in which I exist. Between the moment I'm born and the one when I die, I am in all moments. I only sense that moment from my perspective. Others see it from theirs. But we share all the moments.
Can I gain the reins? Can I move by choice? Can I decide which way to go? Or am I just a part of the master plan, deluded into believing I'm in control by the reality of it all?
Am I but a wave tossed in the infinite sea of history? A grain of sand on an infinite beach of time?
Is fate just history in reverse?
The builders of this infinite structure may be outside of it, somehow. Looking at it, observing, watching as time in these dimensions progresses. They have constructed every moment. And perhaps sent Souls in to interact with others in their grid of moments. The builders would be in another dimension, watching us just as we can watch a two dimensional picture. They would be as far above us in intelligence as we are to mosquitoes. Or any insect. Try discussing building a computer microchip to a housefly. Beyond any hope of comprehension.
Is that God?
It is even real?
Would that be The Truth?
Is there any possible way I could ever know anyhow? Not if I'm not in control. Because they would steer me in their decided direction.
Is it pointless to wonder?
Am I even controlling my fingers as I type?
Was I designed to question my existence?
Was I programmed to write this?
Can I stop or start by choice?
Do I have a choice?
About anything?
Am I really alive?
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