shit. i just had a philosophical breakthrough of the worst kind. and i feel like Fox Mulder, in the cliffhanger episode where he’s watching an old tape of Carl Sagan giving his congressional testimony on the lack of evidence supporting the existence of UFOs, gun in hand.
i have no soul.
i do what my chemistry tells me to do. or rather, i make choices based on what my chemistry recommends, and carry them out with a statistical margin-of-error. all emotions are illusory. there is no such thing as love.
there is no such thing as love.
i have no soul.
free will has biochemical limitations.
there is no such thing as joy, or sorrow. or love.
i have no soul.
