(September 7, 2015 at 11:38 am)robvalue Wrote: Sappho: I suppose the simple answer is that I have a great deal of empathy, and the thought of others suffering makes me sad. If I deliberately hurt anyone, I would feel a huge sense of guilt. My body "knows" it is wrong, and it lets me know in no uncertain terms. Helping people on the other hand makes me feel happy, as I feel their happinessThat's a kind of evolutionary explanation. Anything else I say will probably ultimately be a rationalization. But after all my life experiences, I feel that everything is better for everyone if we look after each other. This applies doubly to (non-human) animals because they are so vulnerable and rely on us for their wellbeing. I value everyone's life, I consider them the most precious commodity. The happier they can be, the better those lives will be. I find this fundamentally more important than anything else, it's the foundation.
It's important to note that I do have to look after myself, too. I don't extend making people happy to allowing them to hurt me.
Brian: That was very "Christian" yeahSorry, no Jesus for me so I guess he'll be roasting my nuts with his love.
That's indeed a simple and very good answer. If it brings you happiness then it's the thing you must do, because without it, why still live?
For me the world and life does not make any sense, and that's fine. I just do whatever I like with regretting as less a possible. Not that I don't take actions so I won't regret, but before I take them I promise myself to not regret them afterwards. There is no point in that. I haven't found a purpose in life yet, maybe I never will, but I stay alive for experience, until I become utterly bored of it, although I doubt I ever will.
I'm sorry if I just bored you with this :p
Maybe I write too much sorry sometimes.
whatever floats your goat
