Proof of Free Will

Physical- Potential Gravity

      Potential Gravity is a force which has not yet been sparked. It is a force which slowly builds in an object as it moves up a mountain or sits under the soil for millions of years, bioaccumulation millions of unstable atoms ready to explode if put under the correct environment.

      How do these inanimate objects gain potential energy as they move up the hill? Well... one way may be as it directly draws on the power of the mother earth. If the inanimate object is a rock which is volcanic and tectonically moved up to the top of a mountain, then it is not necessarily an act of free will. That is an act of will, due to the preset spinning nature of the earths magnetic core. No matter what happens in the future, the mountains and tectonic plates would not move.

      However, I can take a rock up to the top of a hill, out of my very own choice. No one except maybe the voice in my head would tell me to take a rock to the top of an overpass to toss it at the unsuspecting cars below. So I can do it.

      That rock gained energy because I was there to power it through the back windshield of a Mercedes. So, It was really the power of my mind which built force in my arm, which centrifugally aimed the rock at the path of air between the car window and my finger tips.

      I am a machine of infinite power. I have the potential to move as much as I ever want at any time. Well, if I have Wheaties for breakfast.

      So every morning when I get up, I recognize my free will. I move rocks to the top of a mountain, struggling, pushing, and forcing the rock to roll up against the will of mother nature, which pushes it to the bottom of its depths of oceans to cool, until it is again sucked back to the core to explode with infinite power of the apposing mother earth.

      I would then pick it up on the top of the mountain where I found it, and I would carry it home, then up another mountain the next day, to toss it back through my neighbor's bedroom window.

      My Neighbor would remember the crash in the night, only to get up, sleepwalk through a pile of glass on the floor and get back into bed.

      She woke up in the morning and noticed crushed footprints through the glass of a surprisingly shattered window in her bedroom.

      She tried to recall how the window broke in the night, but she only vaguely remembered hearing a deafening shatter when she was chasing a man away from her house across a hot desert of sand.

      She caught him and slapped him.

      But before that Happened, I aimed the rock for my bedroom window, but it missed and caused me to feel a waft of warm sweet air, brush his cheek.

Signed,

Ross Dale Kelly --> Slim Shady