This is God's flaw
"Nothing that exists has true control over itself!
I propose that freewill is nothing more than an illusion and wishful thinking.
Life is nothing more than a logical, linear, predictable, machine. The belief that I have determination over the person I am and the person I will
become is fraudulent.
Dominic Shillingford, the name to which I identify with more than anything that exists is not mine, it was given to me, like so much, it is purely an
inheritance but I am obliged to take ownership of it.
As with my name I have inherited all that is the product of my genetics. My skin colour, my height, my gender, the colour of my eyes, the shape of my
nose, the tone of my voice, the way I walk, the hand I write with, are not of my choosing but is simply an inheritance. It has all been woven into me
from conception, revealing itself more and more each day. Everything people see when they look at me is not of my own volition; everything I exist as
in the physical world is nothing more than an inheritance. My inevitable procession to mimic the mannerisms and appearance of my dad grow stronger and
stronger each day, as he also did with his dad.
I received the adulation for running quickly. Did I control how fast I was able to run. I simply try harder than everyone else. The characteristic of
running quickly like every other physical characteristic, can only be derived from my genetics. Should I have been intrinsically rewarded for having
fast parents? What is the greater cause of my victory, me, or my cumulative procession of athletic ancestors?
All human beings with our joint genealogy display shared behaviour. We jointly display precise facial expression to specific stimuli not because we
choose to, but because we are all compelled to. We are programmed to use language, to understand our environment, to advance.
All life is internally governed to survive, to avoid hunger, to avoid death, to procreate, not through our choosing but through the advisement of our
collective design. We cannot escape our doctrine. A sheep does not choose to follow, a bird does not choose to migrate, a dog does not choose to
retrieve a stick. We are nothing more than animals, our intelligence does not elevate us above this tenet but only serves to demonstrate our status
within it. We do not choose to create weapons, to appreciate music, to be wary of difference, to seek understanding, to attain happiness or to be
aroused by beauty, they are innate within us. We are programmed to behave in the way we do, it is not a choice, it is merely the translation of our
I can be nothing more than the genetics I inherited or the product of my experience. That wonderful discussion, nature versus nurture excludes me. I
am no more in control of my genetic make-up as I am of the world to which I have been nurtured. I simply respond as Dominic Shillingford responds.
My genetic code is indelibly intertwined with my experiences, how I was brought up by my parents, entertained by the media, treated by my siblings,
taught by my schools, interacted with my friends and enveloped within my society. The language and accent I speak with, my view of the world and my
place within it, my morality, my happiness, my intelligence, my confidence are all irrefutably fused with everything that exists outside of my own
psyche. The genetics that prescribe the colour of my eyes also prescribes the exact way I will react and respond to every moment of my existence. It
is this accumulation of responses to my environment that formulates the person I am and the personality I am identified by.
I am no more than a car is, or any piece of technology. As a car I am not independent, my specification has been the creation of designers, defining
how I look and how I behave, I am driven, controlled by a driver. If the steering wheel is turned anticlockwise, as a result of my design I have no
choice but to turn left, if a brake is pushed I am obliged through my design to carry out the order to restrict my wheels. Every stimulus I experience
in the real world, applied by my environment translates through my design and produces the prescribed, and my only possible response, obeying exactly
as a mechanical object would. If the car were given consciousness surely even it would understand that it was merely responding to external stimuli
and not affecting them itself."
This is God's flaw
[edit on 16-1-2009 by Daniem]