Imagine a world of clinical logic.
Where every action has an equal and opposite reaction.
The birth of which is a machine facilitated by yet another process following an exact and predetermined formula.
And so it goes on.
Picture the teardrops of a grown man, the composition constant, the reason biologically explained to the last detail.
Trace the evolution of his emotion.
The empathetic connection that we all crave carefully explained to leave no room but the one it already occupies.
Imagine choice to be but an illusion.
An unanswered question in search of reason.
Imagine the beating of a child’s heart to be nothing more than a cog connecting to the other moving parts.
Satisfying the sum of the whole.
It’s existence sanctioned by It’s compatibility.
For the moment we still have to imagine.