“It is forbidden to kill; therefore all murderers are punished unless they kill in large numbers and to the sound of trumpets.”
Whenever someone talks about morals, this quote always comes to mind, for some reason. Right and wrong is always, always a matter of perspective. The same act can be considered either moral or immoral based only on who has committed it and who is deciphering it.
Yes, war is the most obvious example of that, but there are other things–lying, or stealing, hypocrisy, the list goes on.
When you lie for personal gain, it’s not okay. When you lie for a “greater good,” you’re a hero. When you steal to get rich, you’re the devil. When you steal to benefit others, it isn’t so bad. When you double-cross someone to serve your country, you are a patriot. When you double-cross someone because you want something for yourself, you are a filthy hypocrite.
I have a hard time with morals. I don’t think there’s a set list of what is right and what is wrong. I think that we sort of just have to do whatever clears our conscience, even if that thing would make someone else feel guilty.
Unpopular opinion: actions are sins if you feel awful after doing them, and not just because someone else faulted you for it.
Not that there aren’t exceptions. There are addendums to every rule. Some things are objectively wrong. Other things aren’t. Figuring out which ones are and which ones aren’t is supposedly what makes up the various personalized codes we live by, and that doesn’t always fit in a neat little box. Not everything is black or white. We swim around in a perpetually gray area almost all of the time.
Nothing ever really makes complete sense, and yet we are expected to make sense of everything. Otherwise, we’re in danger of engaging in socially frowned upon behaviors.
And I think all of us struggle with that, even if we don’t realize it.
So we should probably leave each other the hell alone until someone finds a body.