The Pilgrim's Infinite Regress

Here is the argument, whose latest champion is Sam Harris. Everything is atomic, said Demokritos. There is no spark of the divine. Each thing I have written, it comes from the inevitable working of brain, upon which the universe worked. The universe led inevitably to this argument, whose latest champion is Sam Harris. I had no choice but to believe him.

And so it is meaningless whether I believed him or not. And because it was meaningless, I was under the illusion that I chose not to believe him just to spite him. But that too was meaningless, a striving after the wind. And then I realised or was made to realise that I was sounding like Ecclesiastes, the Preacher, King in Jerusalem.

He too was wise, wise as Sam Harris, or at least under the determined illusion that he was so. And what he said was that there is nothing new under the sun, and the wiser he got, the more he realised that free will was an illusion and hey, the chief end of man is to fear God and obey His commandments, for you have no free will, is that right?

And all the people, they said Amen. Sam Harris, Sam Harris, God loves you and He sits on His glorious throne above all universes and He laughs, and each spark of divine laughter affirms there is but one Will, and that Will creates by its ineffable Majesty the capacity for the tiny wills it creates to be free. And so I am free, or at least...

I am under the meaningless illusion that I am free, and what a nice illusion it is, to me.