The Faith of the Faithless

"Waste no more time arguing about what a good man should be. Be one." 
— Marcus Aurelius (Meditations)

Life, ephemeral as it is, can be a gift or a curse. There is no good or evil sense in life, there is only good and evil in our actions. Many of us do not understand how fleeting it can be. Humans inflict pain for the sheer pleasure of doing it, that, along with our double edged sword, rationality, is what distinguishes us from animals. 

Animals are perfectly inserted in nature and their place in the planet is clear and unquestionable. We, humans, have the conceit of considering there is a  higher purpose that justifies our existence. This is arrogance.

If this assumption was true, one would expect our existence to be an harmonious one, between ourselves and between the planet. 

Nothing further from the truth.

Life encompasses good and evil, the good and evil of our actions and our beliefs. Our humanity is not given, it is acquired. Even in the age of technology our minds have shrunk, our behaviours mimic beasts time and time again, progress is an oasis in the age of nothingness. 

Idolized ignorance and praise in dehumanization, the years go forward but life goes backwards. Past atrocities haunt collective memories, terror, sheer terror of the past. Shallowness is associated with existence.

The days of cowardice and fear are not over, the very same cowardice that fuels inner angst of infertile, innocuous and inhospitable minds, cruelty in it's truest form runs their pitiful existences, delayed corpses that breed. 

A Man that murders an animal can murder an entire species, the poverty of spirit necessary to commit such acts are a rejection of life itself as a gift, do your best to avoid cursing the lives of others.

"People speak sometimes about the "bestial" cruelty of man, but that is terribly unjust and offensive to beasts, no animal could ever be so cruel as a man, so artfully, so artistically cruel." 
— Fyodor Dostoyevsky