Stuck in the middle, unable to move where do I go, what do I choose? This indecision's killing me my free will is in battle of will's not knowing what to do is driving me insane. My determinism is getting the better of me. The devil's on my left God's on my right both are talking in my ear which makes it more disturbing. I'm caught in between heaven and hell if I don't decide, I'll stay here and die I need to find a way to be free. As I stay here and wait, I know judgment day is near angel or devil This is my life, Buridan's donkey. Buridan's Donkey is an illustration of a paradox in philosophy in the conception of free will. It refers to a hypothetical situation where a donkey that is equally hungry and thirsty is placed precisely midway between a stack of hay and a pail of water. Since the paradox assumes the donkey will always go to whichever is closer it will die od both hunger and thirst since it can't make any rational decision to choose one over the other. It's named after the 14th centruy French philosopher Jean Burdain. My poem has a different take on it. It's about someone who is deciding to choose between doing something good or something evil.
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