Boredom, if nothing else, is good for ruminating on existence. lol Where is the line where simple fate becomes choice? The closer one examines reality for that line, the more one finds one doesn't exist, and it calls into question the whole. I see it as nothing but a grand Mandelbrot set, running forever, and each "new" node is nothing but a facsimile of smaller size of the larger whole. So it is with nature; so it most likely is with humanity and consciousness.