......if 'you' really had so much control over what you are, why would you choose to be such a miserable embittered old bastard?
Some people, intuitive types, such as myself, are capable of at least realising this fact of living.
Other people, fucking blockheads, dolts, dullions, like yourself, aren't. The little mental box that you live in, and that you think is 'you', is in the grander scheme of things, fucking nothing. You think 'you' are in control, but in actual fact, you are little more than a passenger. Shit you have no control over, has your conscious rational mind, dangling on the end of a string.