Machine Guns Ready to Go

So you tell me, where is my freedom of choice? If we assume that the will has no freedom, then we are all like machines, operating and creating through external forces, which makes it act the way it does. That means that we are all incarcerated in the prison of providence, which, using these two chains – pleasure and pain – pushes and pulls us to its will, to where it sees fit.

It turns out that there seems to be no such thing as selfishness in the world, since no one here is free and stands on his own two feet. I am not the owner of the act, and I am not the performer because I want to perform, but I am performed upon, in a compulsory manner, without consideration of my own opinion. Therefore reward and punishment become extinct.