The lives of most people are determined by their environment. They not only accept the circumstances fate has thrown them into but do so with a sense of resignation. Like streetcars running contentedly on their rails, they look askance at the sprightly flitter that dashes through traffic and speeds jauntily across the open country. I respect them; they are good citizens, good husbands, and good fathers—after all, someone must pay the taxes—but I do not find their lives exciting.
I am fascinated, however, by the rare few who take life into their own hands and seem to mould it to their own liking. It may be that free will is merely an illusion, but we live under that very illusion. At a crossroad, it seems to us that we might choose to go either right or left; yet, once the choice is made, it is difficult to see that the entire course of world history may have compelled us to take the turn we did.