We seek our values on the lives of others.
It justifies us before ourselves.
I am unsure I am a good man, although I am sure I try to be. And my moral compass, strangely the same who couldn’t point North for shit during my long desert crossing, now seems to work just fine. The trouble with moral compasses is everyone’s got one, and they mostly point to where the path to get there is harder. Ouch.
There should be a moral compass up in the sky, so we could all guide ourselves by it.
But it’s so more convenient to use the pocket size one. Besides being our own, we can always tuck it away inside… a pocket. We can’t be bothered by looking at it all the time. We take a quick peek, put it away, and walk in the general direction the needle was pointing at. And if others seem to walk that way too, good. If not, it’s their loss. Why would we spend time pointing them in the right direction, or rechecking our own by theirs?
Why, indeed.
Good night, and good luck.
