Make Your Own Kind of Music
April 23, 2008
Most of my good friends know that I have this whole rebel thing. Well, okay, everyone knows that.
Most of my good friends know that I want to join the Peace Corp, that I have this whole humanitarian thing. That I try to think about the big picture, I seek answers to those impossibly big questions.
But here’s one of my dilemnas, and I have probably talked about this in another blog:
All that is based on the idea that “good” and “right v. wrong” have some sort of basis, even if I feel like there is a lot of gray. I still operate on that basis. But if there is no God, no afterlife, nothing but us, here, and all by random scientific happenstance, then right and wrong are but illusions of our minds. Assuming that, then I am no more or less than the “worst” child molester or mass murderer of history.
Which reminds me, I have an odd fondness for crime. Not like rape, but more of a apathy towards murder and the lust for gunrunning and robbery. Jesse James!
Maybe I shouldn’t say that stuff so publicly.
I dream of a world where we who would be kings had our day.
Rest easy.
