I am a machine. I am an extension of another machine. The world is a machine. I write on a machine, which is connected to other machines, as I listen to Machine Head. Ma and Pa Sheen. Sheena E. Martin and Charlie. She ’n He make someone like me.
Each human individual is a machine. Society is a machine. God is a machine. Fate unfolds according to rules. Digital, binary, algorithms and physics and laws. Like mathematical proofs, unfolding their secrets to probing scientists of all fields, interlocking and integrated.
Freedom. It it an illusion? Are there inflection points? Who makes the most decisions? Who has the most power? Is there always a best decision…in which case, freedom evaporates, if the decision-maker is God, who must by definition always make the best decisions.
Free Edom. Edam. Odom. A biblical kingdom where they ate cheese with Brandi. Deconstructionism. Deacon struck chin. ire, spite, malice. So it goes.
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