I seem to be experiencing blogorrhea right now. Ah, nothing like insomnia.

Pondering the many-worlds interpretation of quantum mechanics, I can’t help but think about predicting the future.

Now, in reality, I’m pretty sure this is impossible, given Heisenberg’s Uncertainty Principle and Gödel’s Theorem of Incompleteness, which I think even the occult is forced to comply with.

But if a fortune-teller were to tell me that my life will end unhappilly, with me being friendless and alone, and that this fortune-teller was known for always predicting the future correctly, I wonder what I would do? Would I, like the coward that I am, just end it right then and there and blow my brains out? Or would I, like the masochist I am, tough it out anyway, vowing to try to change my fate, even if it is utterly hopeless?

(And this reminds me of a message I once got from a Ouija board, which implored me to “Fight Fate.” I’ve always wondered what this could mean. Without knowing what my Fate is, how can I fight it? I mean, even if I am able to avert some major life-changing event in my life, or decide on a course of action completely antithetical to what I’m doing now, how do I know that it wasn’t fated for me to do so? There was, also, a second part to the message from the Great Beyond, which was “Rhyme Saves.” I haven’t even begun to ponder to what that could mean, since I haven’t really come to grips with the first part.)

Heh, I guess I always get philosophical at 1 a.m. But I am once again forced to utter the trite cliché—it’s all about the journey, not the destination. Just because you know where you’re going doesn’t mean you know exactly how you’re going to get there. I guess. Anyway.