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We do not tend to question our assumptions. Upon seeing the daytime sky, no one will wonder if it actually is blue. That is the human condition: we must assume the obvious is true, for otherwise our own thoughts force us into indecision. This is the case with nearly any field, but when morality enter the picture, we become even more blind. Ethics, as we usually think about it, is the field that deals with the distinction between right and wrong, and good and bad behavior. However, there are no absolute moral truths, but only desires and aversions that govern our construction of right and wrong, and good and bad. At their core, there are things people want and things that they don’t want, and these desires and aversions drive their decision-making processes. We want life, and we do not want death. We want pleasure, and we do not want pain. We want to take warm showers, we do not want to take cold showers. Whether reasonable or irrational, conscious or subconscious, the vast majority ...

I write this post with pen and paper. Well, I guess that you, future reader, are probably going to be reading this on my blog, so I’ll have to type it up at some point. Oh well.             Anyways, a few weeks ago I decided to keep a journal. My reasoning for this is related to the relationship between our memories and who we are. I’ve heard that we are the sum of our experiences, but most of those experiences somehow lose their way and end up drifting off, like balloons that slip from the hands of some kid. I want to be able to remember this moment thirty years from now, sitting here in this metal desk, writing a blog post with a pen and paper.             So, I decided the best thing to do would be to keep a journal. Well, it is not like this is the first time I have tried. I typed one on the computer for a few days last year. That didn’t last though. The whole point of ...

Recently my thoughts have been drawn, like moths to a flame, to how our memories and actions  often seem to be incompatible with each other. How do we live with ourselves?  We erect walls of glass within our minds to separate our contradictions, so they may coexist, but never quite meet. We know to never allow those ideas to touch, for the resulting explosion could be quite messy. And when, as does eventually happen, they force themselves onto our consciousness and buzz annoyingly on the glass walls, we quickly slap them down. Nothing is more painful than facing ourselves as we truly are, without the glass to hide behind. This seed that took root in my mind came from within and without, as it were, though I was somewhat coerced in the matter. For class, I selected my summer reading, and through it I came to know that we inflict inhumane cruelties upon our animal counterparts, simply for our culinary pleasure.  Consider the lobster . Into the pot of boiling water it go...