Disclamers and about.

Welcome, dear non-existent reader. I hope I am able to provide some insight for you, if you do exist, but the real purpose is to have a documented version of every thought I consider worthy of jotting down. Take everything in relativity and pay it no mind, it's but the opinion of a mind plague with many flaws and imperfections. Do enjoy your stay.

I do not wish to make your or my life any better or worse. I wish to relieve things that do not exist from existence. Thought it may seem a negative outlook on life, many of the things I say can free you. Everyone is disposable, thus you are free to make as many mistakes with people as you can, as long as you can cope with consequence. There is no greater purpose in living and everyone is worthless, ergo whatever you do you cannot fail, you are free to try.
I also don't proof read my stuff.


Monday, February 27, 2012

IX


In Glaucon’s challenge to Socrates he imposes the fact that humans are evil by nature but only abide to law because of fear of consequence. In a manner of the stupid character representing the opposite of the opinion of the author, Glaucon’s words are, of course, disregarded, but when you think about it really, nowadays society proves otherwise. People are assholes left and right and you have to deal with it. You either become a rug for everyone to step on or another asshole, there’s no real mid ground here.
That just leaves on question: What is conscience? It’s not fact, but an opinion of mine (like I’d relay anything else here) that it’s another species self preserving mechanism. We can’t kill/steal from each other without feeling guilt because we are interfering with natural selection and fucking up the species. It doesn’t manifest as much for other species because it’s an inner species thing more. I could be wrong, as always.
It seems that every passing day I discover that the values I believed in are not present in my life. Affection is definitely not present, fairness is nowhere to be seen, equality is inexistent, intelligence is on the verge of extinction. All’s left seems to be friendship and oddly enough I/time/people seem to be severing ties more and more. Oh well, I hope nothing pushes me over the edge as long as I half self preservation and music.

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