Saturday, March 22, 2008

Irreversibility

I find it difficult some days to maintain faith in my convictions.
Some days the very notion of a "conviction" seems ludicrous.
I am coming to view our ancestry, our biological rootedness in survival and the natural world, with utter awe.
At the same time, it is unraveling what I thought was a tightly woven image of humanity that I held in my head.
What is humanity? What is our worth? What is it about us that is worth fighting for?
Advocacy? Advocate what? For who? Why?
Ethically, what must I do?
Why, as a biological creature, am I bound to an ethic at all? To what ethical code does the lion in the savanna hold? To which moral theory does a patch of moss subscribe to?
It seems our contemplation has done much to upset the balance of nature, and little to restore it.
So I ask, is our ability to think and feel our savior or our damnation?
I am certain it is our savior.
Except for days like this one.
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2 comments:

Anonymous said...

And this is the reason for existentialism. I don't think we are bound to any purpose biologically, but you've assigned yourself a purpose so....

You know what...never mind. This isn't anything you haven't already fucking considered.

May 20, 2008 at 12:52 AM
BeccaBoo said...

I love you. :)

August 28, 2009 at 9:52 AM

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