We constantly defy our fate, we constantly believe our life is unfair and fall unconsciously in the question of “Why me?” (Vonnegut 76). Why are we here? Humanity forms in a stream around this revolving question. We are here for a reason, but if that reason is inexistent hence we are here against our will of existence. The fact we are going to die is already known even years before it happens. It is already arranged and we are locked into that destiny that we can’t defy. The crossroads of life occur as many moments happen simultaneously under a fourth dimension invisible for us. Therefore, we are living a life of pre structured moments, a life that has already been lived. We are just venturing through a circle that has no beginning, and no ends.
By thinking of life as a linear progression, we believe on the idea of free will as a line can change its direction when we take a decision or a new event is introduced on its path. But, when life is cyclical, as according to Tralfamadorians, the circle of life is already printed on our fate and our only will is to accept its destiny. “Well, here we are, Mr. Pilgrim, trapped in the amber of this moment. There is no why” (Vonnegut 77). By living a life without a meaning, without a reason, we forget our existence. Billy Pilgrim finds no interest in life and “had forgotten why, but a reminder soon came” (Vonnegut 78). He finds himself in the misery of his own fate. Why is he a prisoner of war? Why does he weep without reason? Why can’t he sleep normally? The question recurs in his life constantly and he never finds an exact answer. He forgets why he’s living and therefore ignores the fact that death is the worst fate of humanity.
By living in the “amber of this moment” we are living trapped as bugs. No free will in our dictionary, we are just were we had to be at the moment. We try to explain why things happen. How we can achieve some moments and avoid other (like death for example). But as long as we try, “all time is all time. It does not change” (Vonnegut 86). The structure of our life doesn’t owe us explanations or warnings about what happened or what’s about to occur. It simply happens. By living in our linear progression of events we believe on free will. We consider the possibility of changing the direction of our line. “Only on Earth is there any talk of free will” (Vonnegut 86). According to Tralfamadorians, destiny is structured way beyond our control. Hence, every moment is lived accordingly, and immune towards the act of free will. We try eternally to change what we cannot change, disregarding the possibility of death. But when it happens, death, we are gone, against our free will. So it goes.
By thinking of life as a linear progression, we believe on the idea of free will as a line can change its direction when we take a decision or a new event is introduced on its path. But, when life is cyclical, as according to Tralfamadorians, the circle of life is already printed on our fate and our only will is to accept its destiny. “Well, here we are, Mr. Pilgrim, trapped in the amber of this moment. There is no why” (Vonnegut 77). By living a life without a meaning, without a reason, we forget our existence. Billy Pilgrim finds no interest in life and “had forgotten why, but a reminder soon came” (Vonnegut 78). He finds himself in the misery of his own fate. Why is he a prisoner of war? Why does he weep without reason? Why can’t he sleep normally? The question recurs in his life constantly and he never finds an exact answer. He forgets why he’s living and therefore ignores the fact that death is the worst fate of humanity.
By living in the “amber of this moment” we are living trapped as bugs. No free will in our dictionary, we are just were we had to be at the moment. We try to explain why things happen. How we can achieve some moments and avoid other (like death for example). But as long as we try, “all time is all time. It does not change” (Vonnegut 86). The structure of our life doesn’t owe us explanations or warnings about what happened or what’s about to occur. It simply happens. By living in our linear progression of events we believe on free will. We consider the possibility of changing the direction of our line. “Only on Earth is there any talk of free will” (Vonnegut 86). According to Tralfamadorians, destiny is structured way beyond our control. Hence, every moment is lived accordingly, and immune towards the act of free will. We try eternally to change what we cannot change, disregarding the possibility of death. But when it happens, death, we are gone, against our free will. So it goes.
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