“that’s not what i call free will.”
starters from the 1864 dostoyevsky novella, NOTES FROM THE UNDERGROUND. @orphanos
“HAH. BENEATH THY QUIET, THOU ART BROODING ON SUCH PHILOSOPHY?” There was play in his tone, but no astonishment. That one had already proven himself to be made of a different cut than most. Drawing a deep breath, the Servant folded his arms. “IS THERE SUCH A THING?“ A nonchalant rebuke, followed by a short sigh.
“WE ARE ALL SLAVES TO OUR OBLIGATIONS. OUR WILL IS SHAPED BY PERCEPTION. DECISIONS WE THINK ARE OUR OWN ARE COMPROMISED BY OUR SEARCH FOR VALIDATION.“ Even one holding absolute power wouldn’t know freedom then.
“ALAS, ALL THAT IS MOOT FOR AT THE END WE ARE ALL IN A PRISON… ALL OUR FREE WILL HERE IS AN ILLUSION. THAT IS TRUE.“