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.