Can’t escape what you are physically. Can’t escape more than hundreds of millions of years of neuron development. Your neuron ancestors were busy getting ready for you to twitch during a high jump. But what about all those other moments when you are definitely-positively-very-convinced-sure that you belong to a species with free will?
Darn! That nagging twitch. Darn! Those mirror neurons. What are you supposed to think? Now, there’s a question. Do mirror neurons play any role beyond twitching muscles? What about gathering in groups organized around a “cause”? Is that a mirror activity? What about your time spent as an “impressionable youth”? And, even after you reach brain maturity, probably sometime in your twenties according to neuroscientists, are your neurons so imprinted that independent decisions are merely reflections? I know. You would never admit that. You’re one of those beings that possesses free will, aren’t you?
For thousands of years your species has discussed free will. The talk bounces between fate and freedom. It occupies your literature and movies. Tragedy means fate. Comedy means freedom. Never thought of it that way? See or read a tragic story to find that choices, even those that seem to be made freely, inevitably lead to a bad ending. As you read or watch, you see the ineluctable march to a fated conclusion. It’s as though Clotho, Lachesis, and Atropos are still at work, making the threads of life from the axons of neurons, connecting those threads at synapses, and cutting those threads just before they become woven into free will. The tragic hero is doomed. But in comedy, ah! The happy ending of a comic hero results from independent, creative thought that turns any set of circumstances into a statement of free will.
Then, maybe I’m wrong. After all, while you empathize with a comic hero during a happy ending your mouth twitches into a smile.