There really isn't any morality to This. Just love. If I was supposed to be in the heart of Africa saving starving children, I would be there. I haven't gotten that call, so I'm just here. Of course I could be tapped on the shoulder tomorrow to go, There really wouldn't be any choice about it would there?
The starving children aren't separate from this. I can't understand it. But I don't need to understand it, do I? I don't need to understand it to do something about it. Neither do I need to understand to not do anything about it.
This is pretty sad. But then again, it's the way it IS. And the way it is is not something I can do anything about. Unless I do. Apparently my place right now is not to. Why? I don't know.
I am where I am because that is the way it is. I can think about things and do nothing. Most of the time anyway. Sometimes I do something about what I think is wrong. But I don't know I'm going to do it until I do.
Morality is a fine thing for apparent persons. Especially when it's a morality that works.
Lording it over others with righteous arrogance isn't a very good morality, but it seems to be the norm. Pat yourself on the back.
I didn't know I was going to sit down and write about morality. It just happened. And I don't know anything about it anyway.
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All those apparent "good" things and all those apparent "bad" things are just love, in a sometimes difficult to recognise guise. Where there is hunger, there is, "somewhere", sacrifice. Where there is murder, there is, "somewhere", healing. The appearance is balance, such is the nature of duality.
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