Free will

Newell 2022-04-23 07:01:17

Everyone does things against their free will from time to time.

The reason why it is called freedom is that it can swing left and right. Will also has direction.

If everyone can make a mistake, wake up with a bucket of cold water, and start over from a save, the world will be boring.

But in fact, we never lack this opportunity. In life, there is an endgame in life. When you are hit hard by something, your subconscious will protect you, so that you will not encounter the same thing again for a period of time. Encountering an endgame again shows that you have the possibility to overcome it. . No endgame comes into our lives for no reason. It still exists in our lives, which means that we still need it to exist at the moment, and we need it to prompt some vital information about ourselves, which is used to solve the problems that were left on us when the endgame appeared for the first time. deeply buried problems. find this information. Endgames disappear when you no longer need them. Each time is a new beginning, each time a correction to change the trajectory of the planet.

No matter where I end up falling, please stay where you are.

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  • John Milton: Now with this? Now that you're down? I'd get ready for one of those, Class-A, New York-style pigfucks.

  • John Milton: Eddie Barzoon, Eddie Barzoon. Hah! Oh, I nursed him through two divorces, a cocaine rehab, and a pregnant receptionist. Heh. God's creature, right? God's special creature? Hah! And I've warned him Kevin, I've warned him every step of the way. Watching him bounce around like a fucking game, like a windup toy! Like 250 pounds of self serving greed on wheels. The next thousand years is right around the corner, Kevin, and Eddie Barzoon-take a good look, because he's the poster child for the next millennium! These people, it's no mystery where they come from. You sharpen the human appetite to the point where it can split atoms with its desire, you build egos the size of cathedrals, fiber-optically connect the world to every eager impulse, grease even the dullest dreams with these dollar-green, gold plated fantasies until every human becomes an aspiring emperor, becomes his own god, and where can you go from there? And as we're scrambling from one deal to the next, who's got his eye on the planet? As the air thickens, the water sours, and even the bees honey takes on the metallic taste of radioactivity. And it just keeps coming, faster and faster. There's no chance to think, to prepare. It's buy futures, sell futures, when there is no future! We got a runaway train boy, we got a billion Eddie Barzoons all jogging into the future. Every one of 'em getting ready to fist-fuck god's ex-planet, lick their fingers clean as they reach out toward their pristine, cybernetic keyboards to total up their billable hours. And then it hits home! You gotta pay your own way, Eddie. It's a little late in the game to buy out now! Your belly's too full, your dick is sore, your eyes are bloodshot, and you're screaming for someone to help! But guess what? There's no one there! You're all alone, Eddie. You're god's special little creature. Maybe it's true, maybe god threw the dice once too often. Maybe he let us all down.