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You write to breathe, for the air is too thin to hold words. You hide in false memories because reality is for to compromising. You dream to see, and speak to hear. There is no independent variable, just writing that feeds itself, always drowning. You stare down at your bleeding hand, sitting on a rock billions of years old, surrounded by trees and snow. The wind howles through evergreens, in your mind you can imagine the chirping of woodland animals had they not gone extinct. You watch the sun dip beneath the skeletons of deciduous trees, and your shadow casts across the lichen. This is neither empty nor full, it is. The hum of the interstate lies just over the next rock, you can hear it echo, reminding you that this place has been touched.

Monday, September 26, 2005

Concepts of Morality

So what is the value of morality? Is does it exist to justify our own decisions? Is it actually a guidline of rules that society aggrees to (a social contract). If morality is in truth an internal justification of our actions, then how can we levy any moral judgement? If it is a social contract, then why is there such variation?

posted by Ijime | 12:13 AM

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