Sometimes I feel like a puppet on strings. Goddamn, I feel so very often. Acting automatically whenever somebody or something pulls a string.
Are we so? We are sad when we loose a friend. We are angry when somebody says rude words. We want to have what is advertised or what someone else has got. When someone is famous we want to have a photo with him. Most of our “free will” seems to be an illusion. Just a game of an unconscious mind where programs from the past work automatically. Determined by the law of cause and effect.
Possibly only consciousness can be undetermined. But where it usually is? Attached to whatever shines the most. Jumping from one thong to another. Appearing and disappearing. Smaller than a grain of sand. Do you believe size is not important?
Pulling the strings
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