One Hundred and Twenty

Other animals kill because they know no better. Knowing better makes us human.

Knowing better is our blessing and our curse, because we seldom do better.

Human history is a record of our crimes and our gods. We created gods to forgive us for crimes we couldn’t forgive ourselves. But now we know there are no gods. After such knowledge, what forgiveness?

One Hundred and Nineteen

There’s still much to learn, if I wanted to. But I don’t. Everything I’m learning now disgusts me.

We haven’t always been disgusting. Once we were like other animals, killing each other because we knew no better. But now we do know better. Now we know the difference between right and wrong, and to my disgust we choose to do what we know is wrong.

We’re destroying ourselves because we’re disgusted by what we've become.