In this world, is the destiny of mankind controlled by some transcendental entity or law?
Is it like the hand of God hovering above?
At least, it is true that man has no control, even over his own will.
But I believe that, as a species,
human beings define their reality through
misery and suffering.
The perfect world was a dream
that your primitive cerebrum
kept trying to wake up from.
We're not here because we're free.
We're here because we're not free.
There's no escaping reason.
No denying purpose.
Because as we both know
without purpose,
we would not exist.
Illusions,
Mr. Anderson.
Vagaries of perception.
Temporary constructs
of a feeble human intellect
trying desperately to justify
an existence that is without
meaning or purpose