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I make no more assertions the world, as a whole, will ever adequately define its morality. People fluctuate in their ideal too much. We often try to make them concrete from a spectrum of principles. We may even reach an agreement; a certain stalemate to an issue. Though I know there will always be opposition, it is an unavoidable constant. And so, in the end, every debate is nothing more than a lasso to a cyclone.
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Dec 4, 2019
Dec 4, 2019 at 2:10 PM UTC
Existential Ramblings of a Madman II
I make no more assertions the world, as a whole, will ever adequately define its morality. People fluctuate in their ideal too much. We often try to make them concrete from a spectrum of principles. We may even reach an agreement; a certain stalemate to an issue. Though I know there will always be opposition, it is an unavoidable constant. And so, in the end, every debate is nothing more than a lasso to a cyclone.
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Dec 4, 2019
Dec 4, 2019 at 2:10 PM UTC
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