On throwing the dice as an operating system for life

The major part of our research effort here at bookofjoe revolves around the question of free will.

Does it exist?

Or are we simply players in a MMORPG, scurrying about here and there in our so-called lives, inventing purpose where none need apply?

From where I walk atop my treadmill it's a tossup.

So this morning's brainstorm is highly appropriate, to wit: I found some dice and will occasionally throw one from now on whenever there's a question whose answer can be any number from one to six.

How many Sunkist Fruit Gems should I put in my pocket before settling in for a good read?

How many Spicy Thai Kettle Chips should I eat?

You can see the possibilities.

All six of them.

I mean, there's no way — is there? — that whoever's running my avatar could control the outcome of a throw of one of my dice.

Right?

Flautist?

Anyone?

And yes, I realize that John Cage has been here and done that, in his own inimitable way.

But I don't believe his purpose was quite the same as mine.