Wonderfully Scripted Little Snowflakes

“Your thoughts, decisions, emotions, and actions – essentially everything you do—relies on the incredibly complex circuits within your brain. Within these circuits, neurons signal to each other through a process called synaptic neurotransmission, whereby chemicals released by one neuron bind to receptors that are located on a neighboring neuron. This extremely complicated process requires an orchestra of protein interactions and is tremendously quick, taking place over about two thousandths of a second.” LINK

So where are “you” in all that?

Take a minute (or “thousandths of a second”) to locate your ‘self.’ Which specific neurons, receptors or synapses truly represent the “I-me” you identify with as an awesomely special little snowflake?

In what way do you control the synaptic transmissions of 48 billion neurons occurring in “two thousandths of a second”? If the experience of “you,” bouncing around haphazardly somewhere in your head cheese, occurs in “about two thousandths of a second,” are you ever really “there” to control it?

But egocentrica mammalia cannot surrender from the neurally hard-wired illusion that he has control of his thinking and that thoughts don’t just simply arise, but that he chooses exactly what to think, drowning in guilt if the ‘thought’ is not correct, never realizing that surrender of control is his actual freedom, since he never had control in the first place. Just a shadowy wisp of conceptual ‘intentions,’ allowing for a fragile and tenuous illusion of control, belying that he controls absolutely nothing.

The miles of synaptic dendritic matrix that you identify with, and that defines “you,” certainly creates the need for incredible beauty, but only to escape the need for a cranial HELL, and the circuits are so constructed so as to differentiate between both in the delusion that you can “choose” one over the other.

The spiritual purveyors of free-will fantasies continue to proselytize a "choice" to escape from your scripted neuro-circuitry, while the escape plan just gets swallowed up in the tangled electro-chemical mess between your ears, through impulses streaming in “thousandths of a second,” along a trillion miles of dendritic wiring, most having have been constructed long before you even were aware you had a self, but they are undeniably responsible for the kind of self “you” became and will continue to perpetrate.

“You” are not responsible for…anything at all, whatsoever.

Centuries of sacred philosophical and spiritual drivel is being annihilated in one fell swoop by the realization that there is nothing an “I-me” self can do, but exactly what it must do because there has never been a "choice." All your revered, and centuries old, spiritual practices have resulted in nothing but more synaptic transmissions, butting up against one another like a traffic jam on Santa Monica boulevard. Yet,  you had no choice but to plod along wherever the circuits took you, in the delusion that you were choosing a direction, outside that which was predetermined for you.

This idea is so utterly debilitating to some peeps that they have even expressed a desire (in the comment section) that I should “choose” to kill myself, a thought that I have encountered many times in the past. However, that “choice” is obviously not a neurally scripted circuit in my gray matter. Nevertheless, should dendrite connections begin to gradually link up in that direction, I would have no choice but to comply as directed and many have followed just such an arrangement of circuitry, to perform a behavior that was predetermined before they were even born.

Your entire life has been scripted by a predetermined causality that you have no cranial capacity to avert or “think” yourself out of, because those very thoughts are part of the predetermined script.
The script is everything and it’s what you want to be, simply because you've been following it all since birth. Jump off script and you don’t exist and you will do anything to exist, but only as “you.” You will literally fight, and die, to stay on script.

Have you ever wondered why everyday is exactly the same? There is nothing you can be that is not scripted in the neuro-circuitry.  The script defines you because it’s hard-wired in your head. You know nothing else but the script and the script was written long before you were even born.

Would you like to be an enlightened master? Unless it is scripted in the neuro-circuitry, it is entirely impossible and that scripting began long before your existence and even your conception. You did not write the script. The author remains anonymous, except where it has been scripted to be known. Nevertheless, you will do what the script demands, for without the script, you could not exist and existence for egocentrica mammalia is always a scripted affair.

No matter how much you hate the script, you can never leave the script, because the script is “you.” Every single egocentrica mammalian is defined by a script and they play their parts expertly, because it’s hard-wired in their skulls. They can’t leave the script because they can’t exist outside their heads. It’s that simple.

Your life is scripted. You’re pleasure is scripted, just as your pain is scripted. You always know what to do, because what to do is wired into your cranium. You know what to fear and how to fear it, because the synaptic transmissions go only where they must in the universe situated between your ears. “You” exist nowhere else.

Make no mistake my fellow actors, you will follow the script because your lines are crucial to the very continuity of ALL reality and your act has been entirely influenced by the scripts of others, as your lines are absolutely necessary to those who follow your brilliant absurdities.

The show must go on as a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying everything for those who can see the patterns and flow with them.

Do you often wonder why you think the thoughts you do or do the things you do? Can you see the minute causally predetermined antecedents that were required to occur before you could step upon the stage and perform your role? For you to be “born” whole worlds had to be obliterated and the movements of even the most microscopic amoeba had to occur precisely as they occurred, else you would have no script to follow and could not be. Centuries of causally predetermined lines had to have been read exactly as they were for your lines to have significance in the whole performance.

And your death is as crucial to that whole as the evolution of simple organisms into complex. Without your death, similar to your birth, the show cannot go on, as your performance is integral to this entire tale.

You are, most assuredly and without a doubt, a special little snowflake.

Just not for the reasons you think…

Artwork by Igor Morski