Many years ago, probably centuries ago, and I forget the name of the progenitor of the confluence, most likely a European with a hard to spell name, two ideas mingled. Capacity and appetite, and this was called Will, or was translated into English as will. This precisely argued confluence was rather a depressing one for some, it suggested a breach in the ties that bind social existence and could easily lead to such vile suggestions as "Greed is Good, nothing wrong with stealing your neighbor's Ox." This concern raised the question of whether the confluence was in any way rational, and in the end most preferred, still prefer, to think of rational in terms of an inevitably, indomitable process guiding all things. To explore the question, find the rational, the confluence called will was examined by the Great Minds. Around the time Napoleon Bonaparte was codify the European systems of measurement, the understanding of our confluence produced the Hegelian Dialectic, which was very quickly attacked by a group of thinkers who gave us the word Nihilist, they were the Cynics of the 19th century, who basically said "Sounds great but how do you know the bounce of idea from one wall to the other produces anything like objective meaning!"
In comes the idea that our confluence is about Power, and the Will to Power, a
badly misunderstood book by Nietzsche, whose body of thought includes the idea
that to pass beyond the condition of man it would be necessary to do away with
vengeance, remove it from the vestibule of consciousness, so keep that in mind.
In the 20th Century dominated by the Empiricist thinkers for whom our confluence
responds almost entirely to the material world, which means examining the
experience of consciousness is a total waste of time and can be cured with stuff
like pharmaceutical products, second homes for the wealthy and washing machines,
there's been an increasingly poetic grasp of will that's adopted the idea that
Being, the I part, the Ghost in the Machine or whatever you want to call it is
about meaning. It's the meaning we make that advises us on how to proceed
through the storm of existence, and that meaning doesn't necessarily have
anything to do with what's real, or true, or even demonstrable. Yes indeed the
Arc of the Covenant is in Ethiopia, the Holy Grail is in an attic in Budleigh
Salterton down there on the Jurassic Coast of East Devon. But if you wait
for a misty morning, you'll see the drift of meaning as it chases shadows
through the woodlands of possibility. Meanwhile tomorrow is another day that
doesn't necessarily belong to you or I.