Futility - 1000

If there was only relative, then there is no wrong. Then the plight of the Girl in "The Spirits Play" was just a matter of perspective and serving a greater good at the cost of immense self-sacrifice. Self-sacrifice, not of shame or honour or morals, but merely of pain, and time.

If there was a wrong, then who defined it? Who drew the boundaries? Who will rein in the forces of liberalism that continually push new boundaries? There is a balance between draconian puritanism and unlimited liberalism. Where is that line? And more importantly, who is going to draw it?

If there was only circumstance, then there is no meaning to suffering. The hurricanes and earthquakes were only unfortunate, driven on by a hollow sense of pity and sympathy. Pity for who? Sympathy for what? It was only, just because. No tragedy, no disaster. But merely wrong place, wrong time. Sorry matey, you'll do better next time.

If there was no infinite wisdom, then life is but an exercise in futility. We all live to die in this randomly created universe, with evolution decided by randomness, cosmos operating ad hoc, car crashes purely coincidental, deaths that need no explanation.

If there was only utilitarian, then it's just about you and me. What I do to you, and what you do to me. As befitting of a self-centred philosophy to begin with, it becomes it's all about me, dot com dot sg.

If there was no point to questioning, then why am I asking? And why are there people answering?

If there was no end to revolution...then what is the end must surely be the end of all man.

And then what?

All of humanity. All of civilization. It must surely be the greatest exercise in futility.

To be born only to die...

And if so...what of morality but a petty set of codes and pretty words that don't matter after all. Did you shed a tear for the chicken you had for lunch? If all there is to life is death, then all there is to death is statistic.

There is nothing without something more infinite.

Maybe I am a coward that cannot live with futility being my final resting point.

Maybe I have tasted an infinity beyond what most can grasp.

But...if relative to you, I am in anguish. If the price of utilitarian's marriage with liberalism is an abusive one. If the outcome of circumstance is statistic. If when this world ends there is nothing.

If there is an answer to all of that. If there is a balance...If there is a meaningful end...

If...

That which is unseen and yet to come, is the only thing that answers, will you give it a shot?

The battle to fight is not one of subversion. It is one of open confrontation. Not of aggression and hatred, but of perseverance, long suffering, love, patience. It is, the hardest kind of battle to fight. An infinite capacity to forgive and habilitate. Will there be a victory? This question has the same answer as the question that asks us if there is a meaningful end.

There is no point hiding behind words like moderation if it were just an euphemism for cowardice. But there is more harm than good in using a sense of righteousness as a cover for civil barbarism...There has to be a balance...

There has to be. There must be. Or else...