Not that this is entirely discouraging. Allow me to explain.
Daily I come up against rigid minds; these are hardened, earthy things desperately clinging to the ideas that they were born into. They are closed to revision, incurious to intellectual exploration. They refuse to undertake the mixing of black and white in the noble mission of producing grays.
As time passes, these inflexible minds crystallize further, strengthening themselves against even the most compelling of revolutionary ideas.
Suddenly a snapshot is taken: each moment in the present seems as an instant in stasis; a static slice of our active, predetermined formation becomes visible.
The ignorant drip and freeze onto the frigid stalactites of tradition. The educated zig zag their way off of their theoretical starting points, each agent taking shape according to their prototypes.
We strive to act in accordance with what we really are, lest we break our back against our own predestined forms. But still we change. Or perhaps the environment changes and we stay the same, our shapes altering along with the scenery.
Considering everything, I still believe that it is important to uphold the free ideal; that we are all free agents in illusion. Even if all of this is predetermined and that we are what we were alway meant to be, and we never had control of our futures....it is still important to believe that we are acting as free agents. It dictates our final shape, the final form of our personal crystal. Even if we don't have control, the illusion of control still has the power to form works of beauty.
