@Zetherin,
Zetherin;122867 wrote:
Maybe you can explain fatalism to me. I thought that free will was compatible with fatalism, but on the Wiki it states fatalism generally refers to the idea that free will does not exist.
Fatalism is the view that whatever we do, what will be, will be. "Che Sera, Sera" as the song has it. That means that human action is inefficacious, and that it makes no difference to the future what we do in the present. That is incompatible with free will, since to say that I do something of my own free will, is to say that what happens, happens because I chose it to happen. Fatalism is obviously false, since it implies that, for example, taking precautions when you cross a heavily trafficked street makes no difference to whether or not you are struck by a car. But that is clearly statistically false. So, if Fatalism implies that it does not matter whether or not you are careful when you walk across a heavily trafficked street. to whether you are likely to be struck by a car, Fatalism is clearly false.
Speaking abstractly, of course, we cannot see this. But when we see what the concrete implications of Fatalism are, we see that Fatalism is simply false.
What Fatalism is, is clearly expressed in this parable told by Somerset Maugham:
[SIZE=+2]"The Appointment in Samarra"[/SIZE]
[SIZE=+1](as retold by W. Somerset Maugham [1933])[/SIZE] [SIZE=+1]The speaker is Death[/SIZE]
[SIZE=+1]There was a merchant in Bagdad who sent his servant to market to buy provisions and in a little while the servant came back, white and trembling, and said, Master, just now when I was in the marketplace I was jostled by a woman in the crowd and when I turned I saw it was Death that jostled me. She looked at me and made a threatening gesture, now, lend me your horse, and I will ride away from this city and avoid my fate. I will go to Samarra and there Death will not find me. The merchant lent him his horse, and the servant mounted it, and he dug his spurs in its flanks and as fast as the horse could gallop he went. Then the merchant went down to the marketplace and he saw me standing in the crowd and he came to me and said, Why did you make a threating getsture to my servant when you saw him this morning? That was not a threatening gesture, I said, it was only a start of surprise. I was astonished to see him in Bagdad, for I had an appointment with him tonight in Samarra.[/SIZE]