Littermature Creative Writing– And The Illusion of Free Will.
What is this sorcery here?
What can we ponder in ourselves in attribution to our life’s unfolding?
Is there no sense of control? Are we simply written, and re-written in the grand scheme of it?
The MASTER PLAN that rules us, can show us no real boundary– until we come to conclude it in OUR END.
Who are these seers— these mystical beings? Have they been placed here, to mediate one voice through another? Or are they of simple nature– seemingly observing the obvious intentions of being.
So again I ask, do we belong in this plan as being written, or are we re-writeable?
Perhaps, WE ARE simply written– And WRITTEN AS WE GO.
And yet, what dictates the present moment?
It is the written expression of the past. One moment to the next, as influenced by its prior.
What then do we have to determine? What choice is there to obligate our rights within our own lives? — Or are these mediative encouragements unscrupulously guiding our own actions?
What FATE do we have?
And the kicker therein implies, that ANY ATTEMPT to seize full control, or to rebel against these pre-organized events, simply amplifies the fact that these actions are in contradiction of their intended efforts. As they were– in fact– ORCHESTRATED as well.
Do you believe in FATE or FREE WILL?
In blowing my own mind,