So I ran out and bought a dachshund, which I named Emanuel Swedenborg.And now determined readers are back at it. So let me solve the wholequestion of free will vs. predestination, so that I can go back to watchingChinese soccer.Now then. I am sure I have free will. To prove it, I will now do an imitationof Daffy Duck.There. I did it. There's no way God could have predicted I would do
Ha! And now I just did an imitation of Daffy Duck imitating Road Runner!And---ow. I think I hurt my throat.But the point is: I decided to do that larynx-traumatizer all by myself.There's no way that in any Book of Life written before time there's an entrythat says: "5:43 a.m. July 25, 2007. San Diego, California. Dork on couchdoes imitation of Daffy Duck imitating Road Runner."This proves, beyond question, that I have free will.Except I don't want to have free will. Which is to say, I don't want to be ableto
God. A God so stuck in temporal time that he has to
to seewhat will happen next doesn't sound like a very inspiring, very All-Knowingsort of deity. That sounds like ... me watching TV.So forget that. God knows all. Period. That's not debatable.So God
know I was going to wrench my poor little throat box!And yet, he didn't stop me. How ... kind of him.Okay, so what do we have here?I
I have free will---but in actually I don't, because God, knowing all, isperfectly aware ahead of time of everything that I'll ever do, say, or think.