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Dudechild: I think its cool that you evaluate God's "special" attention to you in terms of the novel creativity he used in putting you together. Often people mistakenly think they are less valuable to God if he wasn't certain they'd exist, just as they are, from all eternity. You are bothered by anything close to this prospect for the same reason! You definitely march to the beat of a different drummer. I like it.

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What follows is an experimental on-line performance piece. This piece explores several things including questions such as ‘what is human identity?’, ‘is there any ontological distinctiveness if God controls all things?’, ‘does openness provide more or less “special” attention, is God more creative under openness?' and ‘why did dudchild choose such a crude password?’

I’m asking for someone to abduct my online personality. My password is poopandpee Once you have abducted my personality go to the “profile” section of the webpage and change it to what ever you want it to be. That way I will never be able to reclaim my free will without your letting me (I will be totally depraved not even able to choose you if I wanted to) After that simply continue making posts putting what ever words you desire into my mouth. (try to be creative, make it heretical or farfetched or at least really funny.)

Questions: once my online being is exhaustively controlled by another who am I? Who is dudechild? Does not dudechild’s being collapse into the being of the one who controls him/her?

Is dudechild morally responsible for what he says? How can someone scapegoat dudechild for any future sins he/she may or may not commit while simotaionsly trying to take complete credit for any future good dudechild may or may not bring?

Is dudechild more “special” for being absolutly controled by another, or does it take away from dudechild’s identity in the first place?

Why did dudechild pick “poopandpee” for his password in the first place anyway? It seems a little immature.

Goodbye brave new world.

d.c.


dudechild

"If there is no God, who pops up the next Kleenex?" -Art Hoppe