Thinking the Unthinkable, Part 3

You are the captive of your darkest heart. Free will is not only not free, it’s illusory. Given the same situations, you’ll play your part over and over again — and what’s more, we all have an obsessive knack for finding ourselves those same situations to play in over and over again.

None of this is original thinking. Which is the point: there is no original thinking. Even Einstein was only dreaming God’s random thoughts.

A poet in this area once wrote a book with the title, “I Wish My Room Had A Floor.” I think he got it wrong. I think most of us wish our rooms had a door.

The window is always an option, of course, unless you’ve made it off limits. The limits of original thought would suggest that even when you have, nothing is ever truly off limits.

The way out is through the ceiling — way up there, solid and suspect and unfair; or through the walls, which have the added downside of being close by. They induce despair because unlike the ceiling, you can touch them and realize the futility of escape. At least the ceiling is beyond reach and potentially penetrable.