Oh... one of the main questions here is the Laplace demon isn't it?
Its physically impossible to know everything at once... Unless you have people in different times telling you what to do. There has to be some chain of command amongst some sort of collective that bears the idea of consent to free will. Otherwise the mind just kind of stops for a time. The only lack in our ability of free will is allowing another to control you. But how would you know the difference if your only subconsciously committing to the reign of a higher power...
"On this perfect day, when everything is "ripening" and not only the grape turns brown, the eye of the sun just fell upon my life: I looked back, I looked foreward, and never saw so many and such good things at once. It was not for nothing that I buried my 21'st year today; I had the right to bury it; whatever was life in it has been saved, is Immortal The first book of the Revaluation of all Values, the Songs of Zarathustra, the Twilight of the Idols, my attempt to philosophize with a hammer.-all presents of this year, indeed of its last quarter! How could I fail to be grateful to my whole?- and so I tell my life to myself."(Nietzsche)
Tell your life To itself.(Period)
Its physically impossible to know everything at once... Unless you have people in different times telling you what to do. There has to be some chain of command amongst some sort of collective that bears the idea of consent to free will. Otherwise the mind just kind of stops for a time. The only lack in our ability of free will is allowing another to control you. But how would you know the difference if your only subconsciously committing to the reign of a higher power...
"On this perfect day, when everything is "ripening" and not only the grape turns brown, the eye of the sun just fell upon my life: I looked back, I looked foreward, and never saw so many and such good things at once. It was not for nothing that I buried my 21'st year today; I had the right to bury it; whatever was life in it has been saved, is Immortal The first book of the Revaluation of all Values, the Songs of Zarathustra, the Twilight of the Idols, my attempt to philosophize with a hammer.-all presents of this year, indeed of its last quarter! How could I fail to be grateful to my whole?- and so I tell my life to myself."(Nietzsche)
Tell your life To itself.(Period)