Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow-
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.
If the stars fell: it would seem to me... in a deterministic universe... you are not given purpose, you simply fall into a position in which your attributes best serve the purposes needed...
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Spurious_Profile: If what you are good at aligns with what brings you joy/calm/inner peace/fulfilment, then you are living the dream.
Doing what you enjoy is more important than doing what you are good at, imo.
fustler in reply to If the stars fell: I don't know why I keep conflating determinism with the concept of fate. That's not an uncommon fallacy though. Say a man commits a crime, and is sentenced to twenty years in prison. Some may simply say that was his fate. That sort of short sighted resignation smacks of superstition. However others might rightly say that he got what he deserved, by way of cause and effect.
Determinism isn't so simple a concept as fate. There can be infinite divergences along a single path. If you set about a task, and complete it; there by is determined a certain outcome. However to go about the very same task in haste, or to procrastinate beforehand might render different results respectively.
Let's get back to our condemned man. He may ride out those twenty years going with the flow. His disposition doesn't improve or worsen. He is released, and is likely to run afoul of the law again. He could decide to buy into prison culture, and get shanked in the bullpen only two calendars in over a ramen noodles deal gone south. He could find religion, become a mentor to fellow inmates, and earn an early release for good behavior. From there he might become a social worker to influence youth in his community to stay on a more stable and upright path than he chose in his own youth. Those are just three hypotheticals plucked from the infinitesimal ether of determinism.
My point is this. I shall be more careful as to not make the mistake of confusing determinism with fate from here on out. Fate has an analogy. Each action is like a drop of rain touching down upon the surface of calm water. It creates ripples that fan out, and can be entirely predictive. I would posit that determinism isn't so simple as Newtonian physics. I'll even try to be hip. *ahem* Determinism is totally quantum, bruh! It has a much more sound metaphor. It's like that path upon which we can only ever, shackled by linear time, move forward. However, if we are all observant, cognizant, and patient enough; we can each find which among the infinite divergences along our own path is (likely) the best one. Predictions are for gamblers and prophets.
Another point might be... Maybe I shouldn't log onto Wire whilst drinky... But where's the fun in that? Waking up hungover... *sudden panic!*
*snatches up phone*
What did I do?! What did I say?! It's always a mixed bag. Such is life, I suppose. I intend to enjoy mine as best I can. You too, Starsy!
If the stars fell: Every person, you see, is like a plant. There is a beautiful green part, often with flowers or fruit, that grows upward toward the sun, toward the Increate. There is also a dark part that grows away from it, tunneling where no light comes. Was I speaking of good and evil? It is the roots that give the plant the strength to climb toward the sun, though they know nothing of it. The things we love in others and admire in ourselves spring from things we do not see and seldom think about.
-Book of the New Sun
If the stars fell: Not dead. Why had he thought that every life must end in death, and never in anything else? Not dead, but vanished as a single note vanishes, never to reappear, when it becomes an indistinguishable and inseparable part of some extemporized melody.
-Book of the New Sun
If the stars fell: "When the last tree has been cut down, the last fish caught, the last river poisoned, only then will we realize that one cannot eat money..."