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i dont expect you to get it.

i dont understand it myself
i'm evil. i know i am.
because i dont think like the majority
and majority rules.
but maybe it's wrong?
maybe everyone is just wrong.
and maybe..just maybe..

i'm right..

but whos to say what's right?
its what the majority agrees with
therefore i must be wrong.




lets try and explain what goes on in my mind, shall we?
i believe we place too much importance on human life.
it is the reason we're in this mess.
we're too capable of emotions, feelings, attachment for our own good.
when someone is ill or injured, we do all we can to save them
because there's nothing more important that human life.
because we want to save them for ourselves.
so that we dont have to lose anything.
maybe..it's just me.
other people in the situation of dying dont want to.
because they are too attached to life.
maybe it's just me that isn't afraid of death.
maybe that's why i disregard human emotions so much.

or maybe i'm just crazy.

i think i am.

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Twisting by said…
i dunno. i regard human emotion very highly. i love how it messes life up cause it makes it interesting. maby im messed up for that. but i know that i would do every thing i could to save that persons life over there whos dying, not because death is coming, but because more life awaits them.... like, everybody deserves to keep living, not forever but while they still can, to do everything in this life they want to do...im not scared of death, i could die tomorrow...and ok. but i really rather not, theres still so much in this life that i want to do/say... and nobody knows what happens after death, maybe theres more or maybe we just disappear or maybe we get trapped in the hole were burried in, and if thats the case, then we'll just be bored in that hole, so id want something to do while im in there, and it would help if i had more wicked col memories from being human.
lol
ok i totally rambled.
im just saying...im not scared of death, but im not prepared to get rid of life yet

hehe i love reading your ideas and opinions and thoughts. they make me think about mine :)
October 13, 2008 at 8:48 PM
Monsieur Rien said…
I don't understand how being aside of the majority makes you evil. As far as I can tell, most people who actually changed the world were people living in the margin.

About emotions, I don't understand either. I understand that there is no one at all in the world that, if endangered, you would try to save? Nobody?

Fine, that's possible.

But even if most people are wrong, how can you be the only one that's right?

It's all a matter of the definition one has of the word "good", isn't it? In your case, human life is not the highest priority. I'd guess pragmatism would be better, in your opinion.

I'll try to answer to all of this on the question about death, though. What about self-sacrifice? I'm not much scared of death. I kinda like to live, though, and I'm not really interested in dying at the present moment. It'll come, soon enough. BUT! There is one person, a single person on earth, that given the chance to do so, I'd gladly die for. I would not ask myself any question and do so. You will not believe that what I say is true, probably, because it would flaw your theory. So there.

By the way: I like what you write. Write more.
October 15, 2008 at 10:59 PM
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