We are the children of the Mother Nature, we are like trees which grow from roots to leaves, from seeds to rotten timber not awakened - in our forests of predestination. Or else we are able to take a leap in mind evolution from generating sets of sleeping plants into the future unpredictable metamorphosis developing in punctuated equilibrium. Choose option, choose your future and choose life. To what extent the freedom do we possess to choose a wish?

This awkward feeling of something alien to the surrounding space...
The vulnerable flesh, then subtle psyche turn to be covered by mental shields in adaptation.
The strengthening intelligence creates another world.

No.The feeble although thinking reed in realms of dull determinism is such a miserable game. My roots are not in soil like bones in their coffins. The brain electric world is not a formula or an equation that can be solved by calculations, or in vivisection by natural researchers. My mind is on reflection all the time, it's broadening the space horizons. The inner-self cosmogony has future sources. I am Incognito.