The reason for which we shall never be able to conclude the non-existence of freewill lies in one simple but serious consequence of concluding such. If we, like those dreary, depressed philosophers, come to be convinced that freewill is nothing but an illusion cast by our lack of omniscience, would we not feel strangely bereft of life? Certainly, we will still experience the ‘joys’ that in our fates have already been affixed, determined as it were from the moment the universe was set into motion; but such joys will appear odd, insincere, callous, constructed not by our choosing but by that of some veiled omniscient architect. We lose all zeal in pursuing anything since by our logic, everything has already been decided upon. The world ceases to be one of possibilities – which gave life all its meaning – and transforms into a dull set stage upon which we trod like poor imprisoned puppets. Thus to settle on the notion that freewill does not exist is to tumble into the pits of despair, and there lose our entire humanity.