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The month of love questions is over, and I can’t say I’m sorry to see them go. Talking about love gets wearisome, so let’s talk about fate, and predestination, and God’s will, and free will.
You can thank Matt Damon for the new series of questions, and you can thank The Killers for this week’s blog title. The Killers because this is a line from one of their songs entitled Human on their album “Day and Age.” Matt Damon because I just saw his movie The Adjustment Bureau and it got me wondering how much we control our fate and how much we don’t. I think we mostly don’t, but let’s ask it in the spirit of The Killers: are we humans who make our own decisions and end up in the places we’ve brought ourselves to because of the roads we’ve chosen, or are we mere puppets, controlled by the strings of something larger than ourselves?
I certainly know what I’d like the answer to be. That we are indeed the former. Humans with free will in every choice we make. I am where I am now due to a series of decisions made through prayer and consideration. I will be where I will be in ten years due to the same.
But in the movie, Matt Damon is told we only think we have free will. When actually, we don’t at all. Instead, men in dark hats and trench coats wander the earth invisibly, telling us what to think and decide. They don’t tell us how to feel. No, that would be going too far. And they don’t adjust our personalities in any way. They simply move us along in order to not disrupt what must be done. A series of actions that form ripples that form all the happenings on the earth, big and small.
Is that what life is? Me being me–my emotions and personality un-tinkered with–but playing a very small role in the grand scheme and therefore actually ushered along by strings, albeit thin strings, in order to not disrupt the general order of it all?
Much to discuss here and teetering dangerously close to my max word count. So let’s break it down over the next few weeks. Are we human or are we dancers?
I believe in questions. I say this a lot; I’ll say it again…