Sunday, November 19, 2017

8 BILLION ROBOTS. Pt. 3



Of course, among the 100+ billion souls who would ever live, and the 8 billion people who are living and moving and breathing today, the variable we refer to as, ‘free will’ would, ultimately, have some pretty impressive ramifications.

The known and the unknown. The rich and the poor. The famous and infamous. Laymen. Preachers. Construction workers. Fishermen. Singers. Movie stars. Prime ministers. Presidents. The good, the bad, and the ugly.

A young Austrian man who displayed some talent for architectural painting and design, but though having ‘sat’ for the entrance exam at the Vienna Academy of Fine Arts failed to successfully complete. We later find him caught up in the First World War, and (amazingly) two decades hence, this oddly mustached, non-descript bloke was singularly responsible for the second world war, and a holocaust which costs the lives of six million Jews, and 50-100 million soldiers and civilians. One can only wonder how the course of world events might have been irrevocably changed had the man been admitted to the prestigious school of art, and, rather, been remembered as a renowned artist.

An aging composer who having decided to write a religious oratorio, and set his hand to paper experienced what might be characterized as a spiritual trance, and finished his 250 page musical masterpiece in the space of only three weeks.

A famous tightrope walker who apparently “walked the walk” one time too many, and having stepped out on an improperly strung wire, stretched between two buildings, began to wobble with the wind. And with each tick of the clock the frail old man’s dilemma only increased, and as Providence, ultimately, allowed he dropped a hundred feet to the waiting pavement.

A slight mulatto girl who, at the advanced age of 13, enrolled in ballet classes, and “set her face like a flint.” A young lady who would not be denied in spite of a riches to rags existence, having endured a string of step-fathers and maternal boyfriends, and having been “tossed hither and yond.” However, in the fullness of time, this unlikely young woman became the first African-American female principal dancer in the 75 year history of the American Ballet Theatre.


Two n’er do wells, recently released from prison, drove several hundred miles to a farm in Kansas, walked through an unlocked door, made some inestimably bad decisions, and killed four members of an innocent, God-fearing family.


(to be continued)

by William McDonald, PhD. Excerpt from (Mc)Donald's Daily Diary. Pt. 72. Copyright Pending.

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