Who here would agree that reality is intrinsicly unethical?
Everything, our lives are dependent on and controlled by stronger preceeding forces [to name a few, sunlight and gravity].
Smaller unethicalness is preceeded by a greater unethicalness,
Temporary unkindness preceeded by an eternal unkindness.
Deception can feel pretty good, and it’s a fundamental part of human nature, which can overpower and replace the disempowering truths which stand in the way of its values.
the whole “Free-Will” thing makes people “accountable” for their own actions, long-story-short, the people who determined culture and human belief, in general, “needed” to be able to punish people for misbehavior. Such justice-ideals, based on the fantasy-lies of free-will, debt and punishment, are also the center of all things ethical or fair, and without this system of belief, one cannot see the universe as unethical or unkind.
The projection of universal wrongness is based on and comes from a wrongness itself. It’s like I’m loaded with horeshit. - Every time I see something as unreasonable or as non-sense, it’s actually my own stupidity and mental incapacity, unable to understand or handle what I witness, and thus I dub it as unreasonable.
I’m probably metaphysical…
I don’t even want things to be ‘real’, I want them to be ‘better’ instead.
I want to help and protect one of my best friends and I can’t.
The logic shit, I shit that out after my initial failure.
First I failed at this desire to help him with his troubles in his life,
Then I started to say and think these complex moral ethical universal things.
Displacement, that’s what I’m doing.
That’s quite philosophical.
Re-routing Will into language, usually Will that has not gotten to where it wanted to be, and instead made due with an expression instead of an actuality.
Maybe if I fail enough, I’ll sit on a stump in the woods, with a beard, and some fig-leaves on my head. The classical securty of self-suppression into a stereotype. The decandance of stupid images and idols. Label myself and prophecy.
I can’t do it. I tried and I can’t. I can’t help him. I don’t want to fail. I want to do something else instead, to compensate. When the philosophers of idealism came around, they preached in times of great abuse and failure. They preached about what they wanted, not what they had. Their motivation was an unmet desire. They were incomplete old men, with nothing left but their mind. They did not even have their own world.
The conscious defeated by the unconscious.
Makes me scared and then I fabricate hope.
Weak and small so I look for big truths and right ideas.