
The thing MarvinBEdwards talks about **is** the very illusion he is falling for. The illusion of choice.
If it's a brute fact of the universe that I would never order the escargot, then I cannot in fact order it, despite its appearance on the menu. The fact that it seems as if it's a real possibility because there is a menu **is the illusion of choice**.
In this post the people holding the shapes that project their shadows on the wall are the waiters at marvins restaurant and the shapes themselves are the menu
Should I apologize for being who the world has made me? My life is a deterministic spiral into hell.