By Steve Brian, March 6, 2019
By Steve Brian, March 6, 2019
Is free will an illusion? Do we really have a choice? Or are our choices guided by unseen hands toward their inevitable eventualities?
I’m hungry.
And so I face a choice. And its a choice I’m perfectly free to make.
But am I?
I mean am I really? Or am I subject to the little Monster that lives in my stomach and teases me with the illusion of free will?
Do I want a sandwich from East Side Deli?
Or a hot dog from Zach’s Shack?
Wait, no! Por Que No Tacos.
Yes! No. Maybe?
And now that little Monster plays his twisted game with me. Taunting me. It wants all of them, but what is it that I crave? Can I have them all?
No! No? No…
And while I wage this eternal, internal battle, that little Monster only grows hungrier and hungrier, making my situation more and more dire. Now comes the angst, ennui and agita.
I want a sandwich! Yes. But what kind…?
Oh no. Isn’t a hot dog really just a sandwich?
Oh no! So is a taco!
Argh, so hungry. Energy waning — ability to choose diminishing — syntax becoming staccato — punctuation turning…erratic?
Must have food. Must make choice. Okay, Monster, you win — I’ll have all three.
Or do I want sushi?