do you all believe in fate?

[krafty]

let's toss pap out in 2020. promise all readers, i am certain many sinkies lives are like shit but they were afraid of change and they insist on voting for pap. time to wake up! keep the good few fellas but oust the boot licking and cock sucking cronies.

 

[shittypore]

let's toss pap out in 2020. promise all readers, i am certain many sinkies lives are like shit but they were afraid of change and they insist on voting for pap. time to wake up! keep the good few fellas but oust the boot licking and cock sucking cronies.

If you gonna stay back in tis shitty hole its best be a running dog for the Pappies. If you remain here and fall under the 30% than likely you die a miserable Sinkie, fuck PAP and the Familee.

 

[frenchbriefs]

what is fate?if we believe in fate does that mean we do not have a choice?that is the paradox of choice vs casuality.

take a piece of candy for example,if i already knew whether or not u are going to accept the piece of candy,then how can u make a choice?

you didnt come here to make a choice.u have already made the choice,you are here to understand why u made it.we are all here to do what we are all here to do.there are all sorts of programs to govern our lives,there are programs to govern the trees,and the wind and the sunrise and sunset,the programs doing their job,doing what they are meant to do,they are invisible,u never know they are there.u are here for a purpose,u have a job to do.

we can never see past the choices we dont understand,u have already made the choice,now u have to understand.

[video=youtube;VZdssVmgDJM]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VZdssVmgDJM[/video]

 

[frenchbriefs]

Why, Mr. Anderson? Why, why? Why do you do it? Why, why get up? Why keep fighting? Do you believe you're fighting... for something? For more than your survival? Can you tell me what it is? Do you even know? Is it freedom? Or truth? Perhaps peace? Could it be for love? Illusions, Mr. Anderson. Vagaries of perception. Temporary constructs of a feeble human intellect trying desperately to justify an existence that is without meaning or purpose. And all of them as artificial as the Matrix itself, although... only a human mind could invent something as insipid as love. You must be able to see it, Mr. Anderson. You must know it by now. You can't win. It's pointless to keep fighting. Why, Mr. Anderson? Why? Why do you persist?


Because I choose to.

[video=youtube;3YC7TMi0l68]https://www.youtube.com/watch?gl=SG&v=3YC7TMi0l68&hl=en-GB[/video]