Sitting, waiting, contemplating things past and things to come. I recall a phrase that I could not point my finger where I heard it from.
"What happened happened and could not have happened any other way"
So many trains of thought keep taking me back again to the age old debate of fate vs freewill. Are we all just a page in a story that is read over and over again, or do we have control over our destiny. Perhaps this is a paradox in our universe. A universe where we encounter infinities inside things finite.
Every once in a while, we are slapped with a deja-vu situation. Could it be an echo of fate? Or just The pages of the story leaking backwards.
I would like to believe there is reason to all this, at the same time I do believe that this reason cannot be found within this universe. How could a subject trapped in a box know what is on the outside? Perhaps he does not have to know? Maybe all he needs is just belief?
To me, the tug of fate is stronger than that of freewill. Freewill is fading away into an illusion, created to keep us from going insane.
