In fact, Zhang Zian couldn't think of what Zhuang Xiaodie could ask. His memory was probably turned upside down by her, including some deep memories that even he himself had forgotten or was unwilling to remember. She knew what he knew, and she knew what he didn't know. What else was there to ask?
He still wanted to ask her, such as some movies that he had watched and thought were very artistic and thoughtful. Now he wanted to review them but forgot the specific titles …
She didn't ask immediately. She walked slowly around the cliff, as if thinking about how to ask.
Zhang Zian wanted to return to the real world early, even if it was to sleep in the real world, but he didn't dare to rush her. He could only wait patiently.
There was nothing wrong with waiting. The speed of time in the dream was up to her. Even if he waited for a hundred years in the dream, in the real world, it might just be a blink of an eye.
After walking for a while, she suddenly stopped and stared at him with her colorful eyes. He knew that the problem had come, so he immediately raised his spirits and waited.
When he was trapped in the dream last time, her eyes were no different from ordinary people. Now, they had dreamy colorful eyes. He knew without asking that she disguised herself as a normal person to enter the dream last time. This time, she didn't need to disguise herself.
"Does free will exist?" she asked the first question.
What the f * ck?
Zhang Zian was dumbfounded by the question. After a long while, he smiled bitterly and said, "It's beyond the scope …"
He should have thought of it a long time ago. She knew his memory like the back of her hand. If she wanted to ask a question, other than the question of which one did he prefer, it would be this kind of mysterious question.
"Do you still want to go back?" she asked.
"Okay …" He grabbed his hair in distress and began to pace back and forth on the top of the mountain like she had just done, thinking and organizing his words at the same time.
Free will is a philosophical problem to some extent, but with the development of modern cutting-edge science, this problem has become inextricably linked to science.
The opposite of "free will" was "determinism". To put it simply, the former believed that humans could think and decide as they pleased, and choose from countless options, while the latter believed that everything was predetermined. You might think that you had made a choice, but in fact, it was just a choice that you were destined to make.
In other words, could people really decide their own fate?
Suppose you were reading a novel in bed, and you couldn't hold it in any longer and wanted to go to the toilet. Which foot would you take first after you got out of bed? Was it your own decision, or was it fate?
Obviously, most theists and fatalists accepted determinism, while most atheists probably preferred free will. That was why the phrase "My life is in my hands, not in the hands of the heavens" was particularly exciting.
But if free will does not exist, even you, who shouted this sentence, are destined to shout this sentence.
The uncertainty of quantum mechanics was a strong support for free will, and the minimum time principle of Fermat's principle was a strong support for determinism. Some neurological experiments also seemed to confirm that free will was a false proposition.
Einstein said, "God doesn't roll dice."
This sentence had already expressed the viewpoint of the greatest scientific master in human history.
Philosophically, quantum mechanics and free will are idealistic, while determinism is more in line with the materialist view that matter determines consciousness.
Both scientifically and philosophically, free will and determinism are mortal enemies.
With Zhang Zian's little ability, how could he dare to challenge this difficult problem that had troubled countless predecessors?
"I don't know if free will exists, but personally, I prefer free will." He knew that this answer would not satisfy her, but after hesitating for a long time, he could only give this answer.
She slightly raised her eyebrows, breaking her expressionless state. "Because of Galaxy? Because it let Zhao Qi walk into your shop? "
He suddenly understood what she meant. Galaxy had annihilated 187 futures where Zhao Qi passed by the pet shop but did not enter the shop, and made one future where Zhao Qi decided to enter the pet shop to have a look collapse into reality. He often said that this incident changed his fate, but who knew if his fate had always been like this, and it had never changed?
"Perhaps those 187 futures don't exist at all. They're just mirages, and the future it chooses is the one it's destined to choose." She looked directly at him and said, "It was destined that you would meet it, destined that it would decide to help you, destined that it would choose this future — no, this future was not chosen by it, but it was destined to happen. Zhao Qi was destined to walk into your shop, and the process of its choice was just a formality."
From an emotional point of view, he could not accept it, but from a theoretical point of view, he could not refute it.
She was not angry, nor did she mean to belittle Galaxy. She was calmly and objectively explaining a possibility, a possibility determined by determinism.
Everything was fate, and everything was destined to be history.
The sea of stars was the observer of fate. There were two possible meanings to this word. One was that its observation caused the annihilation and collapse of countless fates, and it chose one of them. The other was that it was only observing fate, the only fate, and it could not change anything. It could only see the fate that was about to happen in advance.
Which one was the real one?
Zhang Zian once again looked at Binhai Town.
The wedding procession had entered the city, and it was a mess outside the city. There were broken red armor everywhere, and it gradually became quiet. Only a few starving people tried to find the copper coins and even silver coins thrown by the wedding procession in the mud.
The city was noisy, and wherever the wedding procession passed, the whole street was decorated with lanterns and streamers. People lined the road to welcome them. The small Binhai Town was almost like the New Year.
The wedding procession finally entered a large house, one of the largest houses in Binhai Town. As soon as the door was closed, they began to make final preparations for the grand wedding.
Was the history that had happened in front of them really destined to happen?
The servants of the bride's father faced the rich dowry. Did none of them have evil thoughts during the journey, trying to take the dowry for themselves and put it into action?
They may have thought about it, but they did not do it — they did not do it. Was this result determined by their own will, or was it determined by fate?
No one could answer this question, and Zhang Zian was no exception.
He sighed and felt that his head was going bald.
"So, you haven't appeared all this time because you were racking your brains to think about this problem?" He looked at Zhuang Xiaodie.
"Yes."
She nodded, and there was a sense of powerlessness in her eyes.
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