There is no field of rational enquiry into the mechanisms of the natural world that is unequal to another.

As the delicate colors and patterns on the wings of a butterfly delight the entomologist, so do the patterns that occur to a painter of graffiti on the walls of back alleys in the senseless and romantic cities of the world.

How is the enthusiasm of the writer who needs to keep his readers engaged for several hundred pages of text, differ from that of the genius mathematician who applies his intuition to make a connection that resolves some mystery in the pages of mathematical history, or leads to cliffhangers that must ultimately be resolved by other people?

People get lost in prejudice and entitlement.

This applies to everyone, including me.

It becomes necessary to force the will to recognize the case, and yet one may end up not succeeding in doing so on occasion.

It is a necessary demon of culture that humanity’s gift of foresight should prove to endow in him the seeds of its own destruction. For he is ever consumed by the future light cone of his own existence, and aided in this quest for immortality by the technological inventions of his day by members of his own species who have not very different drives. Is it then a wonder that those who find themselves in a position to be able to enact exploitation do proceed to do so?

Rationality is computational, morality is emotional. By imposing a computational reality upon an emotional being, morality cannot be imbibed. It is only by careful persuasion of the heart that someone may choose to be in symbioses with others.