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I *have* this print, question 2 on the contest.



It's Fall and Expulsion from the Garden of Eden by Michelangelo Buonarroti.



But the damn contest keeps telling me it's incorrect.



DAMMIT.

I can't sleep.



I've got so many theories and possible situations (which actually relate to nothing) and thought processes and ideas running through my head that it is impossible for me to shut down tonight.



I thought I was having a profound moment. I think it may have been gas.



This gaseous emission took the form of the ever present and oh so insignificant question of the nature of good and evil.



I always seem to come back to this question, yet I never seem to answer it to myself in a satisfactory manner. I could give a fuck or less whether I ever answer it in a satisfactory manner for anyone else.



Point blank: for me, I am truly the only being whose thought processes matter, in the end.



Not because I am that arrogant, I really don't think I am. Humans, no matter how social an animal they seem to be, are really and honestly in their own little words, no matter how many worlds brush up against one another.



No one can truly ever completely understand or epathise with another. We cannot slip our skins and meld and become one another, so saying "I understand what you think/feel/mean" only goes so far.



If you haven't been me, you've no fucking clue what I really mean - and it goes both ways.



I've no fucking clue what you really mean either.



But, back to gassy emissions.



Good and evil.



Hogwash.



Good and evil are concepts. If you apply their definitions to everyday life, I am hard pressed to come up with any action that is purely one or the other.



It may come down to the smeantics of "may" and "probably" over definites, though, in finer detail.



I am a great believer in situational ethics.



Ethics, or mores, ideals, values, thou shalts and shalt nots, in the abstract, are all well and good, but are perfectly devoid of meaning.



In practice, as you walk through your day, then the application of those ethics, mores, ideals, values, thou shalts and shalt nots, becomes very stract, very real.



Shooting a 15 year old girl in the head for no visible reason, versus shooting a 15 year old girl in the head as she is in the process of slaughtering your family. In one case, possibly viewed as heinous, and in the other, just or defensive action.



Not always that dire or anywhere near that clear cut, but you get the drift.



Situational ethics.



Whenever I try to think of pure good and pure evil, I fail. I see nothing in this life, and have seen nothing in this life which is purely good - even babies. I see nothing in this life, and have seen nothing in this life which is purely evil - even murderers or other such.







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I have no idea how to close this journal entry. I've just gone bleak. I think I'll try for a bit of sleep.



I'm making no sense, or at least, I don't like the sense I am making. Inasmuch as as (edit this thought). Mostly because I know I should feel a bit outraged at my trains of thought, a little sickened maybe, because with this reasoning, anything - anything - can be justified, but I don't feel either outraged or sickened. Just mostly ... empty. And that bothers me just a bit. Sometimes. Most of the time though, I just nod and get on with my day.

Ok. Day 7 of the vegetarian deal.



I wonder ... why go through the trouble of making "fake meat" if not to woo the unwary?



I am having "meat"balls and veggies right now. I know, it's morning, but they're really portabello mushroom balls.



It's nothing like meat.



The false advertising is rather irritating.



Why not call them Bella Balls or Porta Balls?



Or even "balls of a gluey mushroom like substance that taste rather good with a sesame ginger sauce?"



I am discovering that nearly *everything* tastes at least OK with a sesame ginger sauce.



OH! And there is this substance called "Chikkin'."



Don't believe them.



That one is hard to make ok, even with sesame ginger sauce.



=/



Maybe cubed over spinach in a salad.



Maybe.



Anyhoo.



Day 7 and all is still well.



I somehow managed to lose 6 pounds.



I think it may be the astonishing pooping.

Ok. So it's been a damn long while since I've written a journal entry. I think I skipped the entire month of April. o_0



Shame on me.



Anyhoo, past that.



This is day 6 of vegetarianism for me. (Ovo-lacto, not straight vegan - I think I'd kill people.)



I haven't tried it for any hypocritical ideals, like "Meat is murder!" Bah! It should be legal to eat people, too. Hunger problems would be solved, as well as overpopulation and stripping of resources.



I am trying it to see if my body likes it, for a few weeks to a few months.



If my body likes it I may continue it for a bit longer than that.



So far, so good.



The only thing that took me by complete surprise ...



Three words:



Thorough (and) extensive poops.



o.0



My colon has never felt so clean.



Yunky.



I haven't been craving meat, as I've been getting plenty of protien. I have, however, started taking an iron supplement. I am not getting enough iron. I know I am eating neither enough spinach nor enough broccolli to negate the need for a supplement.



*shrug*



I have noticed one other odd thing.



I have been craving, well not craving, but tolerating better? salt.



Salt.



Normally I *loathe* salt. I just don't like the flavor. But ... I've been sort of craving it lately. *another shrug*