The Road of Life | 或许我们并没有所谓的自由意志

The Road of Life | 或许我们并没有所谓的自由意志

The lives of most men are determined by their environment. They accept the circumstances amid which fate has thrown them not only with resignation but even with good will.


They are like streetcars running contentedly on theirrails and they despise the sprightly flitter that dashes in and out of the traffic and speeds so jauntily across the open country.


I respect them; they are good citizens, good husbands, and good fathers, and of course somebody has to pay the taxes; but I do not find them exciting.

I am fascinated by the men, few enough in all conscience, who take life in their own hands and seem to mould it to their own liking.


It maybe that we have no such thing as free will, but at all events, we have the illusion of it. At a cross-road it does seem to us that we might go either to the right or the left and,


the choice once made, it is difficult to see that the whole course of the world's history obliged us to take the tuming we did.