'Living in a house made of woods is like living in a pile of corpses that use to be alive.'
It's a bit of a funny joke. But it is how we treat lives, isn't it?
When it comes to lives that's less resembling our own, such as spiders or grass or parasites, a lot of us just turn into some racists toward them and murder them with zero remorse. When we're bit less racist we enslave and eat them or skin them for romances.
And of course we can just sit next to each other and not be racist and get along just fine like we're in a perfect harmony. But last I heard, we can't survive a month doing that.
Evolution is telling me my existence is justified.
Moral is asking all kinds of questions that I can't answer with its own rules enough to justify myself.
In the mean time, moral is created by men and is a constantly changing thing depending on time or region. And when it's not changing, it's deciding what is right or wrong first and then judging how everything are instead of seeing things as it is.
Evolution isn't very different in that adaption except it's slower by a few million years at a time.
So, which way is up?
And what the hell is up?
Or are we just winging it?
Because I am. WEEEEEE! CANNON BALL! / :D /
