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Compatibilist

Awareness was intermittent. It sputtered.
And some of the time you were seen
asleep. So trying to appear whole
you asked of the morning: Is he free
who is not free from pain? It started to rain
a particulate alloy of flecked grey: the dogs
wanted out into their atlas of smells; to pee
where before they had peed, and might
well pee again - thought it isn't
a certainty. What is? In the set,

called Phi, of all possible physical worlds
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