Our lives are biologically determined by dopamine rush which is steered by culture built up over millennia. Our chattering monkey brain then tries to convince us that a fictitious “we” are in control and the resulting tension between this fiction and reality drives us mad. Literally.
P.S I will bear in mind that any of you who choose to comment on this post telling me that I’m mad had no choice but to do so.
P.P.S Who would have guessed what a large can of worms I opened when I failed to observe myself deciding to get out of the bath.
The Obvious? 