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heres a test thread as well as a small 'story' that deconstructs choice and itself. feedback or interpretations welcome
Despite the ambiguity, he knew from the overture it was a test. He felt compelled to continue,
to progress, to decide, but knew all the while progression is purposeless. The self-righteous
say that in life, there is always a choice. In a test, and in reality, there is only one right choice.
Time is a fickle thing. It's temporal, it's elusive, it's running out. Time is dualistic, for as long as
it exists there will forever be conflict between fatalism and determinism. Yet the notion of a future
determined by the individual is in itself a form of absolution, especially when that individual is not
him. The only thing he can truly determine is a choice in the present. But once he makes that
choice, the unrelenting, indiscriminate machinations of fate will settle in, at least until he makes
another choice. Time is perpetual, which seems to contradict it's ever-noticeable passage. In the
end, he can only conclude time is cyclical. The present and future are always at war with one
another. The present asks you to make a choice, but the future punishes you with repercussions
and consequences. In the end, the insignificance of his choices results in nothing. Time continues,
while he suffers. In the end, there is no end. Everything is a test, and there is only one right
choice.
to progress, to decide, but knew all the while progression is purposeless. The self-righteous
say that in life, there is always a choice. In a test, and in reality, there is only one right choice.
Time is a fickle thing. It's temporal, it's elusive, it's running out. Time is dualistic, for as long as
it exists there will forever be conflict between fatalism and determinism. Yet the notion of a future
determined by the individual is in itself a form of absolution, especially when that individual is not
him. The only thing he can truly determine is a choice in the present. But once he makes that
choice, the unrelenting, indiscriminate machinations of fate will settle in, at least until he makes
another choice. Time is perpetual, which seems to contradict it's ever-noticeable passage. In the
end, he can only conclude time is cyclical. The present and future are always at war with one
another. The present asks you to make a choice, but the future punishes you with repercussions
and consequences. In the end, the insignificance of his choices results in nothing. Time continues,
while he suffers. In the end, there is no end. Everything is a test, and there is only one right
choice.