If free will is deterministic, the past is pulling the future; the dream decides what we become, but fate it seems resides in doubt. What are we but demons––constantly living in the future––chasing a dream that cannot become––fighting extinction before it comes? It’s not just people losing their minds and hacking people to pieces with machetes. It’s not just people throwing pillow cases filled with puppies in rivers. It’s not. It’s not. It’s not. Life is just a series of corrections to past mistakes. Karma gets mistaken for a mirage.