A hunger for the knowledge of things grows in an incubator, not in the cold. What I wonder is, why does the incubator exist? What makes me different? I look around and see my peers struggling forward for more toys, more power. Me? I’m hungry for wisdom and knowledge. Why? Would I still hunger if I had extreme riches?
I don’t want to boil it down to an argument between nature v nurture. Instead, how about we acknowledge that different people want different things, even if we are all the same (for the most part).
You can argue that we are so different, but that’s not true. Take away his comforts and security, and mankind becomes another animal. What once was philosophical is now murderous at the chance of survival. He will deceive, kill, and take by force just to survive. He will amass as much power as possible so as to not toe the survival line again.
When I was a kid, I almost beat up another kid for using a swear word. It made me so angry that he was using such profanity that I was willing to use violence to change his words. Terrible, yes, but what child hasn’t done something idiotic.
What I wonder is why people are still like that: going against a higher value to enforce a lesser one.
Keep your values close.
Do nothing which is of no use.Miyamoto Musashi