I suppose that I shouldn’t feel so wronged
If, for the love of my life
The only person I’ll ever have to be jealous of is….
Apparently I talk too much
But that’s ok, because I’m generally a good-natured person.
Am I making all I can of this life?
Does it make sense to keep asking these questions?
Part of me says I should never stop questioning myself.
Well, then again, no.
But I have time.
Time to get more formally educated. Time to read books. Time to say I love you to my parents, friends. Time to work. Time to grow. Time to listen to the wind in the trees and the cars and the shuffle of footsteps. Time to teach myself.
I look at the 2D projection of myself on the wall and wonder what’s written there. There’s a lot there. It’s just a shape I’m burning, but it’s me. There’s Luc, and he’s been called many things. He made all those names.
But that wasn’t the point this time.
I suppose the world is what I’ve made it. We are all our own gods, whether we acknowledge it or not. We see the world through god-shaped glasses….
I suppose it was the point after all.
A late night.
Me, my glasses, my world.
Well, it’s not finished yet.
What makes our moral decisions moral? And why do people generally agree on what is morally “right” and “wrong?”
I suppose I could state the hypothesis that morality is based on experience, emotion, and general psychological characteristics. I.e. morality is a learned sociological construct. But that seems like the easy answer, and only raises more questions. Hardly an answer at all really.
And then many would say our morality comes from the systems we learn from those around us. Whether it be implicitly taught or learned by watching others, every civilisation seems to have a code they abide. Also not an answer. Just a way of saying morals come from the people before us. But if we trace that back it disintegrates after a certain point.
So I guess what I’m asking is if there’s a physiological basis for morality.
These thoughts assail me in random free moments. I’m a bit worn out.
If anyone else has noticed that not many British people immigrate to the US anymore….
And how obvious is it that they and Japan were so friendly? Two large-island nations, big expansion ideas, codes of manners, both ran on a monarchical government system way longer than other nations…. Imagine if the UK and Japan had really hit it off and gotten together to make sweet british-japanese babies, they’d be the strongest island and seafaring nation, and have both sides of the Earth covered.