Freewill

Answers to the questions about the elusive concept of freewill continue to escape me.

As a tiny chunk of everything (and, thus, a tiny chunk of the "unknowable supreme everything") am I any more free to decide what I will or will not do than a rock?

My guess is that I am not, that everything I do is "preprogrammed" and I am simply "going through the motions" that I am predestined to make in the grand scheme of things (including the writing of this very blog).

This outcome implies that I can do no right or wrong, no good or bad. No evil. No ... gulp! ... sin. Thank you very much.

Perhaps we have only come to "feel" like we can decide whether we will do this or that, attendant with all the baggage of whether our decision is right or wrong, good or bad.

In the end, I have accepted the questions about freewill as something for which I can never truly have the answers. The answers are part and parcel to the questions. Remember the ouroboros?

And, in the end, it truly doesn't matter either way. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust and all that. The "unknowable supreme everything" in each of us simply takes on another form when the collection of atoms that is the physical "us" ultimately and inevitably disintegrates.

Indeed, as Merle Travis wrote:

I am a pilgrim and a stranger
Traveling through this wearisome land
And I got a home in that yonder city
And it's not, not made by hand