It’s in the genes.

Punnet square, traits, dominant, blue eyes, whatever. They’re little molecules or the tiny fucking atoms that decide what you’ll be, who you are, what you can achieve, and how you’ll end up in the ground. Run away, cool. Run as far as you can. Run away from the doctors, the food, the storms, the wars. Run away from religion, from politicians, gods, devils, demons.

You can’t escape the genes.

What’s free will? It’s bullshit. It’s the fairy in your mind screaming at a wall and hoping it’ll change colors. It never will. The wall does what it wants. The wall already has it’s plans carved out on the other side, but the fairy can’t see them. Maybe once in awhile the wall’s plans will coincide with the fairy’s demands. He will be pleased, he’ll be happy. Then the fairy will go home to his loving wife with bone marrow cancer and watch her die from the inside out. He’ll pray to god, scream at the wall. He’ll cry every night that something will change.

But you can’t change the genes.