Excellent word, eschatological, albeit unpronounceable. I didn't have a clue who Tristram Shandy was, but Google, of course, helped me out. I like Tristram Shandy, from the little I read. Thanks for that.
This is true enough but only a part of the story: <"Each is the arbiter of his own fate… unconditionally. It has been discovered and proved that thinking is causative. Right thinking produces right results and wrong thinking produces wrong results. A change in the individual's thinking will produce a change in his experience. Eschatology teaches the what, how and why of this scientific Cause and effect relationship." >
One's fate is only partly determined by choices we make after thinking. There are countervailing powers, such as governments and other people, who exert their decisions on us and determine our lives for us. Then there is the sheer cosmic cussedness of random acts of malevolence by nature - from comets landing on our heads, to cosmic rays messing with our DNA and an infinite array of other random onslaughts.
Our brains, obviously, have not developed very far at all past the chimp stage in countering the challenges. Our sphere of thinking and determining is so infinitesimal as to be akin to a shellfish in the sand, waiting for ocean breakers to pass, the tide to come in and hoping a snapper doesn't find us. But our brains, tiny though they are, are better than nothing.
When we have Google really up and running, hotwired into our heads via those splendid CDMA phragmented photons so that anywhere we are, we have vast, instant and accurate memory, we'll be a lot more causal. Then, we'll get It's extrasomatic thinking processes to give us a turbo boost and we'll really be getting eschatologically swanky, with teleological acceleration into the ethereal realms of the supernatural.
We'll be very, very causal then! Everything better get outa the way - we're coming through ... well, if not us, the cyberspace zygote we've created will be. But some of us will go along for the ride, a certain distance anyway. A bit like Einstein might take his pet dog for a walk into relativity land - a mindless creature, good for sniffing out a few things and fetching for him.
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