Me. I’m made of earth, softened by water and baked in fire.
What is it that makes you and I good people and him and her bad people?
Can law abiding citizens equate to being good people? Laws are after all meant to upload societal values. But what if the law itself is structurally flawed?
When injustice becomes law, resistance becomes duty.
And what about the people who are forced to break laws – steal from hunger, hurt for self-defence? People in desperation – are they bad people?
So maybe it comes down to ones intention? And here’s where it gets messy. Because even the terrorists think their intentions are right. They are striving for the what they believe to be the lesser of two evils.
And with majority views on what evil even is fluctuating over time and space, differing so vastly around the globe – modesty, sexuality, responsibilities – how can humanity say what evil really is.
So if we can’t judge what evil is – how can we judge what good is?
Iif we don’t even know what good is, how do we know if we are good people?
When I ask you to give me space
I need you
To fill it.
To his name
No degrees or deeds
Yet she’d take it
If he offered.