If a person pushes themselves towards good acts, but comes up far short, are they still a good person? Is a good person who tries, to no avail and to no reward, as good as a good person that succeeds continuously?
None of those questions need answers. I don't know if they have them, but I have a very strong suspicion that they are just a more utilitarian version of the chicken and egg debate. Bit it was the egg. The first chicken came from an egg, the egg however came from a very similar ancestor to the chicken, who happened to mutate in a favorable way, and thrive. The irony being, that the last favorable mutation it *probably* had, was it's taste. It now tastes like humans, so we're happy. Because eating each other (in a dinner fashion) would be wrong... but eating something that TASTES like each other...
Anyway. If I make a horrible amount of spelling mistakes on this post... deal with it. I'm typing with my eyes closed (which I've had to practice on, due to the way work goes and all), because I don't have anything on right now to see with. My contacts are safely resting in their little case downstairs, and the screw in my old glasses that has been loose FOREVER has decided to fall out and run away. Far, far away. But, if you've seen my house, you know it wouldn't be difficult for a very tiny screw to disappear without a forwarding address.
I am having identity issues... which, I suppose, is no new thing... but that's besides the point. I am a man who does good things... although I am a man with sometimes very selfish intent, and whose good things have a tendency to fail when used towards his own good. Success is fleeting by nature, and flimsy by design. These little webs we weave around ourselves of accomplishment, built strand by strand of equal parts desire and depravity, of gain and sacrifice. Mine seems to be built with intention, and strengthened with a cold wrap of banality. It's a weak frame, but it's there. I've been trying to take it apart piece by piece, and replace it with a more substantive whole... and in ways it's done amazing things for me. In other ways... suxxess is fleeting.
Is good determined by the deed, the man, the intent, or the result? I don't need an answer, because I have the answer. The answer is all. The answer is none. I am the answer.
None of those questions need answers. I don't know if they have them, but I have a very strong suspicion that they are just a more utilitarian version of the chicken and egg debate. Bit it was the egg. The first chicken came from an egg, the egg however came from a very similar ancestor to the chicken, who happened to mutate in a favorable way, and thrive. The irony being, that the last favorable mutation it *probably* had, was it's taste. It now tastes like humans, so we're happy. Because eating each other (in a dinner fashion) would be wrong... but eating something that TASTES like each other...
Anyway. If I make a horrible amount of spelling mistakes on this post... deal with it. I'm typing with my eyes closed (which I've had to practice on, due to the way work goes and all), because I don't have anything on right now to see with. My contacts are safely resting in their little case downstairs, and the screw in my old glasses that has been loose FOREVER has decided to fall out and run away. Far, far away. But, if you've seen my house, you know it wouldn't be difficult for a very tiny screw to disappear without a forwarding address.
I am having identity issues... which, I suppose, is no new thing... but that's besides the point. I am a man who does good things... although I am a man with sometimes very selfish intent, and whose good things have a tendency to fail when used towards his own good. Success is fleeting by nature, and flimsy by design. These little webs we weave around ourselves of accomplishment, built strand by strand of equal parts desire and depravity, of gain and sacrifice. Mine seems to be built with intention, and strengthened with a cold wrap of banality. It's a weak frame, but it's there. I've been trying to take it apart piece by piece, and replace it with a more substantive whole... and in ways it's done amazing things for me. In other ways... suxxess is fleeting.
Is good determined by the deed, the man, the intent, or the result? I don't need an answer, because I have the answer. The answer is all. The answer is none. I am the answer.
You only made one spelling error by the way