Unentangled from our preferences, we run free to drift back and forth between disparate thoughts. After all, that is free will, the ability to hop like frogs on lily pads between choices — even rejecting the one we want on purpose.
The predetermined life is pretty dull, as any imagined utopia where patterns materialize to exactitude.
It’s human nature to get upset and disagree with our surroundings, even ourselves. After all, differences compelled us to communicate. Man wanted to create tools and cooperate, so hands and language converted everyone into thinkers, unleashed from the prison of biology.
Humans developed minds, competence, and emotions to make sense of the plastic society. There needed to be at least some standardization.
Only after we all agreed to agree could we go on being ourselves again.