Does It Matter?

I play bridge and read about frog eggs acting in self-protection and wonder whether it’s all about decks dealt, decks stacked, decks cut to the good or the bad . . . or is it that we move one direction or another based on external stimuli . . . which all seems to come down to the same thing, doesn’t it?

Is life really like a bridge game, where, while skill matters, the cards are preordained?

Is life really a road map that only God (or Richard Dawkins) can see in all its fullness?

Does it matter whether I am free to choose or if I am merely enacting my own mini-drama in space and time, responding to forces external to me?

If I go inside when it is cold, does that mean that cold writes my life script?  Or does it merely mean that I’m not an idiot?

And does it matter?  Does it matter (presupposing God) whether God writes my script or I do?  Am I not, nevertheless, called, challenged, created, to live out the best me-script possible?

If I am a frog egg hanging from underneath a leaf over a pond, does it matter whether I ‘decided’ to jump to the safety of the pond when the leaf flutters (making me ‘think’ a snake is coming)*?  Is there an ‘I’ apart from my jumping?  I’m thinking not.

So does it matter?  Not so much.

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