Some people think we’re all prisoners of some sort, dupes, bound up by our own internal and society’s morals and mores, restrained by rules and regulations, superstitions and religions.
Others say that we are all pawns being pushed, pulled, twirled and tweaked by some omnipotent gamers in the sky, that our every move is governed by the roll of dice, by the twenty one black spots on the cube of fate.
It’s all bollocks. Me, I don’t believe in any of that. It’s all about free will.
Apart from my concern to never step on the cracks between paving stones.
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