It seems possible that causality is pure bunk. It seems possible that we all have a Divine Hand up our kazoos, and so, how Lord Henson determines which glove-thing is going to be creating the illusion "kissing Ms. Pig" tomorrow at 3 P.M. is an impossible-for-Kermit-to-grok aspect of reality.
Consider how Krishna insisted karma is unfathomable.....to history's best warrior in the midst of great urgency. Big K was not lying to anyone that day, ya know? And then there's Brahma diving down the Lotus Stalk for 3,000 of HIS YEARS....not human years....and then He quit -- deciding that there was no calculus that could give closure to the particular kind of endlessness He'd explored. Gave up. Gave fucking up. God gave up. And here's our unmerry band of FFL fools trashing each other like all of us had such transcendent KEN -- unknown to Krishna and Brahma -- that we could assign ANY blame upon any entity anywhere, anywhen -- whilst not the least true sentience in all the universe is to be found in this uncausably divine Punchin' Judy Show. TL;dr version: ain't nobody here wut knowz'z next thought. BAM! That's the core axiom of conscious: whence thoughts? What have any of us to do with thoughts? Where is traction for any will to be expressed? We can't purposefuly grow hair, beat hearts or ever have a thought we'd planned-in-detail to have. The Divine Automaton just keep clicking its gears. Does ya feel lucky, Punky?
