Yes, speaking of control, there is the question of whether I have any interior thoughts whatsoever, or am I merely a function of other people's opinions of me, or perceptions or impressions, my words or lack of words. Should I just unthinkingly step through a series of hoops, jump over a series of obstacles set before me by who knows what unknown demonic entity? Why should I allow myself to be used and owned by whoever happens to have more money in the bank at the moment or more power accumulated? Is that all there is to God's will for my life? Sounds depressing. There does not seem to be much point to my existence from that perspective, when anyway those clever people have no need of me. And yet if I abdicate my responsibility for any control whatsoever, whatever they want, does that really mean that the devil is not in control either way? Anyway, I still may need to somehow slog through another twenty or so years of this lifetime doing who knows what.
