No one knows whether the universe, (life itself), has a sense of humor, but it is obviously not grim, grave, gloomy or solemn. No one can hear for certain if the universe laughs, but simple observation shows it does not cry. No one can fathom how life looks at the future, but a simpleton can see that it broods not o’er the past.
No one takes time to take notice of the characteristics of life itself, (being so busy with their own personal lives and all), but think ye such not of significance to you when man is but one wholly in woven, small, subordinate part of a universal vivas machina. Under the hood, how can a tie rod not be affected by the nature and state of the engine of which it is a part? Indeed, its very existence is defined and determined by the operation of the engine, and though life has the talking area of man’s brain claim his life not to be so mechanical – consider the motivator in the scheme.
The overall instant point being that regardless for the moment, the question of man’s freedom, if any, is not complete – it simply cannot be complete. Nothing in the universe, be it man, stars or atoms, can move in any possible manner that was not sanctioned by the universe. A man would have to put forth unusual effort to be seen a fool to deny he realizes this, so no matter if man has more freedom than anything else in existence, (or even if he is the only thing with any freedom), he can never be free from the all-encompassing, absolute power of the environment in which he exists – life itself.
A man in a house may believe he has, and may appear to have, freedom to move about from any room to any other; to stand up, sit down, jump in the air, roll on the floor. But still, (for just one instance), the overall movie of his life is governed, directed and decided by the weather conditions of the planet on which his house stands, and the planet’s life likewise controlled by the conditions in which it floats and breathes.
Only ordinary, normal people, (who, being ordinary, never bother with such things), never think about it, and insist on pretending that it is their individual life, combined with the lives of other human beings whose lives have in some way become entangled in their own, and which determine – almost entirely – how their life goes.
J.