I'm against anyone dictating morality, no matter who they
are. Stop being lazy and type it yourself.
Upon our nation's moral fiber depends our nation's
moral regularity.
What's wrong doesn't cease to be wrong merely because a
majority believes it so. It also requires my written
approval.
The high road has too many potholes.
I can't stand moral absolutism. You know, there's always that guy who wants to point out that Martin Luther King cheated on his wife– as if he obviously couldn't have been a great person if he did something like that. Or someone will bring out an inspirational quote, and get you to agree, and then inform you that H.itler said it. As if a good thought couldn't come from H.itler. Moral absolutism keeps us from learning from the past. It's easy to say: ‘H.itler was a demon. N.azis were all bad seeds.’ That's simple. It's much harder to say: ‘Is that humanity? Is that me?’
—
Humans of New York
"Most people
punish often the mentally bright & praise selfishly the
immoral person placed monetarily on a topmost height; and then
pompously say that they are all right but the world is
not."
~Anuj Somany
~Anuj Somany
"An effective way to say as who is
morally RIGHT is that if a person does speak or write
the corrective things consistently, then the networking people
often tend to ignore him or do not like his thoughts
ever."
~Anuj Somany
~Anuj Somany
I have discovered a definable crack
that weaves its way through the compasses of both our
subjective moralities,
I have been tracing it
over the years, trying to discover
where our divinities started to diverge
and I’ve discovered that there is a difference
in our most beloved of definitions.
You see,
The difference between your redemption and
mine
is that mine was gutted and earned
Mine was dragged from the shivering depths
that you won’t visit
Out of fear of what those depths will illicit
and mine is pure
As the sun that keeps on rising through the
shadowy badlands of my heart.
The difference between your strength and
mine is that yours is contingent on a power that you do not possess,
Mine is woven through my chest,
Mine can’t be stripped or denied or laid down to die because I built
it with my own two calloused hands,
with a bold faith in the strength beneath my skin.
The difference between your paradise and mine is that mine cannot
be lost,
No matter how many serpents slither in, no matter how many sins
cake my skin,
No matter how many floods and plagues and betrayals come to
threaten this
Utopia of peace
that I’ve constructed in my mind.
The difference between your virtue and mine is that I’d eat that
apple, every damn time
If it was the only way for me to get to you.
I’d be thrown out of that garden, I’d swallow the poison of pride, I’d
risk the sins of all of mankind
To bask in the simple sin of loving you, time after time after time.
The difference between your purity and my pleasure is that the
badlands always suited me better and your
Eden
was not my kind of paradise at all.
—Heidi Priebe, Eden Was Not My Kind of Paradise
Morality is the path we take to find the good in our world
