What can I do?

My only freedom is deciding where to fix my gaze. What to listen to. What I focus on, and what I don´t focus on. What will I do? What is my will to do?

Then, quietly, somewhere hidden, those bytes of information get stored. That is no longer my will. It will happen, regardless. Every cell remembers.

The hidden and the holy have something in common. They laugh in unison.

So what can I do? My only freedom is where to fix my gaze. Maybe if I can hear the laughter...