I guess my argument, not to be dismissive, is who cares what we are? Who cares if there's no such thing as free will because God, or who ever is dreaming us, always intended for us to do what we just did. All I know is that if I wanted to, I could whip my meat out and type with my dickhead here in my cubicle at work, if that was what I wanted to do. Or I could go to the next cubicle over and sock the dude next to me square in his grill. That's proof enough for me of my existance and that life is just the individual pursuit of happiness.