Where does the will come from? Can you really tell me you believe it is "simply a response of stimuli." At what point does one admit that consciousness is real. That perception and awareness are what frame everything we "know", and any memories we have are unique. We share a world with one another that we will never see in the same manner, and yet we work together. When something good is possible, why deny its application? Why, when a person's will seems to be the greatest reflection of who he or she is, do we try to question it's primacy and equality? Why must one man dictate to others things of which he has no experience of applying? You cannot understand a woman or man with numbers. Economics has shown the will to be too unpredictable to model, but what they are unwilling to admit, is some things are impossible to quantify. Actions may correlate with them, but immeasurables are what make us human. So let's embrace our individuality, let's encourage others to do the same, and let us show the world how when we choose to love each other and respect each other, we can provide for each other far better than any edict or social structure can mandate. We can thrive together. It's a team sport, take care of each other. You'll be amazed at how great the world around you can become.
I gave you more than you asked to receive. I misinterpreted you sharing as a desire to feel care through the expression of understanding and thought of you. The distance between us is too broad of an expanse for you to expend the energy to keep in touch. I get it. I don't agree with it, but I accept it. I don't need to convince you otherwise. Knowing you this briefly has taught me what a longer connection never could. Vision taught me that a thing isn't beautiful because it lasts. It's a simple truth, but it resonates. I wish it wasn't over, but I also see that it is better for me in ways that it ended so quick. What do we owe one another? You told me it amounts to nothing. I think you're right, but I think you missed that a good relationship is never owed. We choose it. It's a verb we do because we want it. It's not about debts to be served, but service freely given. Or maybe you already know that and just don't want to give any more. Thank you for...