Liadnan

Just as Cairo Martyr did. (Many points to anyone who recognises the reference without googling.)

I've been vaguely toying with a post about free will, determinism, and seizing the day for a while now, on and off, but it always came out incoherent and, frankly, pretentious bollocks. I meant to write about how I become genuinely angry when people (such as my mother) take horoscopes or the prophecies of Nostradamus or the general idea of a knowable pre-determined fate even semi-seriously, and then vaguely wander via theology and my really very superficial grasp of quantum physics (if one allows for the sake of argument the existence of an omnipresent and omniscient god, who is both within the universe and time and yet not constrained by it, and who is therefore there at all times observing within Schrodinger's box, what does that do to the whole sort of general mishmash, and can we stop Dan Simmmons writing another science fiction novel about it before I do?) to the way I gamble with my life.