Teleological inspiration

I am a creature of fiction, a pawn in other people’s games. I, as an independent and thinking entity do not exist. I bounce around from one product of hope to another; my outer moral and intellectual fibres are simply an imprint of my last collision while my inner soul tracks the aggregate of my life.

Am I unique in this position of utter hopelessness or is my condition endemic throughout mankind? Does scientific and artistic output mould the valley through which human endeavour is channelled?

I am simply one part in the avalanche of history. Those worthy of recognition will claw their way out of this torrent and onto the banks of influence. From this vantage point above every day affairs they will combine their proven persistence with their newly acquired foresight and set about reshaping the valley in their own image.