Of Fate & Destinies: The Individual As A Piece To A Larger Puzzle (The Technological God & Simulated Existence)


One of the most important consequences arising out of these assorted ideas on a decidedly more individual, personal level stems from how we all have a purpose here in. Perhaps even something of a preordained destiny, if you would; one that no human being may ever so much as deny to anybody, for any reason, either as it relates to others or even purely for themselves (in the form of, for example, a depressive fuelled self doubt)- with absolutely none of us being here “by mistake” or accidently, be that regarding those who’re suffering from a diminished sense of self-worth or otherwise. For all things there is indeed a reason, and so, as a direct result of this, also a reason for all people.

Only stop to consider for but an instant that utterly unknown forager from some five thousand years ago, a man whose everything is now and forever lost to the tempest of forgotten history – and yet, without that one particular man having been born just as he surely was, living and loving his life to the fullest in precisely the same manner as he did: Similarly, having four children all of whom also did likewise…? Then absolutely none of us would have ever been born… not at all!

While that individual now having come and gone many millennia ago admittedly might not be an actual, literal common ancestor to all of us living today? He certainly would’ve had more than enough direct descendants over the ages so as to ensure that the actions and interactions they took indeed impacted the all of mankind: Every single last one of all seven billion of us!

It is here that the so-called Butterfly Effect is alive and well as a reality, and those ripples throughout time definitively matter when it comes to *all* of time itself.

On the other hand, I would stress most emphatically that our having something of a predetermined destiny should in no way, shape or form mean we don’t also still retain our complete and irrefutable free will – both as singular individuals just as much as collectively, as an entire people. What it does portend for each of us, however, is that ours is always a vital and irreplaceable part (here, envision us as individuals like a single piece to a jigsaw puzzle, one containing some seven billion similar such pieces, put together representing all of contemporary mankind) to that staggeringly complex and towering behemoth otherwise known as human civilization – the reality wherein we’re, all of us, standing only atop the shoulders of the mightiest of giants… a giant in whom is the embodiment of those labors, efforts and contributions made by all who came before those of us blessed to live in the here and now.

This is because each and every last one of those hypothetical pieces correlates to ourselves as individuals, and so allowing those to be perceived in an identical fashion to any other jigsaw puzzle that we’re already familiar with: Every last one having their own unique shapes, each with distinct colors or imagery; originally cut out and molded so as to be equally essential when it came time to complete the whole endeavor.

You simply can’t have a proper puzzle without first possessing every single last piece to it. Ultimately, they only work by fitting together with all the others… and so giving the entirety its true meaning and/or purpose. We could then almost say that each single piece here is nearly as valuable as the combined sum all put together, when the absence of any lone piece renders the entirety to become utterly worthless.

Remove but a single piece from the whole entire affair, in other words, and you’re basically left with nothing of any meaning… at all! This, just the same as if you were to be missing two, ten… even a thousand other pieces or more! It is literally *only* when the jigsaw puzzle is all there and has been solved in full that it thusly makes any sense or takes on any real meaning, only deriving its genuine worth as a collective body of pieces. What’s more, with our hypothetical puzzle here…? No two pieces share in having the identical same shape -each and every last one of them being fundamentally unique in some given way or another- despite the current version of that puzzle alone presently containing some seven *billion* pieces in its entirety!

However, in taking our analogy one additional step further, anywhere *on* those individual pieces we also find a tabula rasa (a blank slate) to be staring back at us. They have absolutely nothing whatsoever “printed” on them “beforehand,” as it were. This, well… this particular aspect only begins to be filled in as we determine the direction our own lives will take – and so representing our undeniable freedom of choice, free will and otherwise.