that all i have supposedly accomplished and achieved, has nothing to do with my own abilities, willpower or perseverance? these personal traits i am so proud of? well, they do, but fate (or more precisely the structure of the universe and the laws of physics that govern it) determined that i had that certain amount of ability, willpower and perseverance already?
i am but a peculiarly arranged glob in the vastness of space and time, a collection of particles reacting to other random particles, a deterministic-matter that has the curious property of believing it controls its own destiny despite all evidence to the contrary?
again, how does that lead me from a place of utter discouragement to the theoretical place of liberation? didn't i already figure this out?
