I certainly don't ascribe anything to fate, because I don't believe in it. Don't tell me what I do.
This is why it's a paradox. If I'm to be reunited with my lost loved ones, I want them exactly as I remember them. I don't want them to have changed, I liked them before, including their faults. You want there to be millions of vacant, smiling drones, and I tell you I believe that's nauseating. I value my friends for who they are - real people with strengths and weaknesses. Luckily, we have no reason to believe your shitty lobotomised heaven exists.
This is why it's a paradox. If I'm to be reunited with my lost loved ones, I want them exactly as I remember them. I don't want them to have changed, I liked them before, including their faults. You want there to be millions of vacant, smiling drones, and I tell you I believe that's nauseating. I value my friends for who they are - real people with strengths and weaknesses. Luckily, we have no reason to believe your shitty lobotomised heaven exists.
