If morality is but a construct of humanity, how ever does one know what is right, and not just what is hoped to be right? Or if our desires override the correctness that would be otherwise more expansive among this particular species of ours?
Monday Evening Thoughts: 4.27.26
Perhaps the fear is in facing my own dwindling humanity. Or maybe that loss is more widespread across the species than I am currently admitting. Or, at least, so it seems on much of the surface.
Monday Evening Thoughts: 4.20.26
This has felt as though it has been bordering the bare minimum, as of late. Surely, dear reader, you have been keen enough to notice. And since less than idealistic truths are on the evening’s menu, I might as well confess that I haven’t even been reading back or regarding any of the words that…
The Veracious Facade 