By the way I think that’s the first time I’ve seen you openly cuss, surely that merits me a badge.
A badge of forgiveness or blindness, maybe.
Let’s say I’m actually talking to Brian who doesn’t believe in free will. I’m not discussing this; it’s ridiculous to talk to someone who’s already convinced.
If you want me to believe you’re not Brian, you’re going to have to serenade an old grandmother in English… giving a full explanation why I am receiving so much attention from you.
Go:
It’s because I’m slowly becoming human again and I have no friends. It’s just a transition period.
In my experice, though, this: the heart commands, the mind follows. The heart has no choice.
Rationally, turning down that job is retarded, and I should be scrambling to get it back.
Cannot do it.
The only choice the mind has is in means for serving the heart.
You’re taking a ridiculous position on purpose. You want me to argue against it because you have ulterior motives. Like all men, you want to tell me what to do, but you want me to think it’s my idea… whilst you take credit for it to other people.
I’m just philosophizing.
Philosophy includes Action. A little less talk, please.
Yeah but there’s moments in between. Am I allowed to say stuff during those derd durnit?
You’re allowed to do whatever you want, but you’re also allowed to live with the consequences.
That’s a bit harsh for a few comments on the internet.
Anyway the heart does make a choice. But it’s not a choice of action, so what kind of choice is that?
Furthermore, the only choice is between accepting a door that opens or rejecting it.
Reframing the rock of Sisyphus:
Every time the rock rolls down the hill it threatens a village (it’s really the reason Jack fell down and broke his crown), so Sisyphus has to catch it in order to save everybody.
Every time.
…and that is why he’s happy. There’s nothing else he’d rather do.
No waiting for him, no sir.
He owns his vocation.
Sounds like the heart is a female. Men open doors.
I hope you cuss better in Spanish.
Hell is it that you want me to do?
Open doors, and cuss in Spanish?
Yes, I think all ILP needs to see this. Perhaps you could introduce us to your roommates and your immaculately clean house while you’re at it?
I’m just philosophizing about the mind and the heart and choice.
You are out there scolding me for I’m not sure yet exactly what.
Pretty sure your house is an absolute disaster. Roommates included.
That’s why you need door-opening and Spanish-cussing skills.
Little Paula-ita will never cross that threshold.
Listen, you’re not wrong. But it’s not as simple a problem to solve as it sounds. Every cent matters now because every cent will eat into my budget for becoming an aeroplane pilot.
Also, how dare you?