I am powerless in the face of my genes. I am Pavlov's dog and Darwin's moth.... my destiny is already written and all I can do is hold onto the gunwales and shoot through life's rapids.
Choice holds no power for me; it is a mirage, a cosmic joke, a pitiful delusion.
I am not a rock, I am a chemical puppet.
Such garbage.
Did you ever watch your hand pull away from a hot spot preventing you from getting burned before you could even think about it?
Sure, you have choices, but there are powerful forces at play in your body, that you have no control over whatsoever. Hormones control a lot of a person's personality and behavior. Were this not so, there would be no market for Prozac, or even alcohol for that matter.
Your behavior is largely dependant on the chemical soup effecting your brain. If you dont believe that, then I guess we should all be free to drink and drive?
You cannot deny that behavior is not strongly dependant upon the chemical makeup in your brain.