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Unless you want to stump me with a philosophical question; I'm boring, go your way and don't waste your time on me :)

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The doctrines and worldviews I formulated by attempting to pull from mist what is ultimate goodness, have- with repetition- only caused me sorrow and great disappointment because I had built my tower upon a weak/nonexistent base.
(that is, I had built my worldview based on what I alone assumed to be true and upright, and I failed)

If man, "an evolved material", is to be the moral basis, anything goes, because we are finite and not ultimate; our own ideas of ultimate good are grossly different because we have no true reference point in our morals.
Each man only lives under his own personal truth, and cannot affect the personal truth of another man because his "personal" truth is just an idea he shackles himself under, and it is not universally true because there is no universal truth or purpose that constrains anything at all.
The judge who denies God in his seat, then proceeds to judge men is a mockery and irony to himself: because in his own world, there is no true reason behind any of his judgements, and he wastes time judging actions in a universe of nothing; why is he provoked to action when nobody is righteous nor unrighteousness?
A gunman who terrorizes a school is only "evil" based on your personal belief;
but ultimately, it was simply atoms interacting with atoms, and a certain conglomeration of atoms composing the neural system just happened to witness this specific interaction of atoms and drew an opinion/personal belief from it- which, may I note: the opinion was of no metaphysical substance, it was merely the excitement of certain chemicals due to the intake of photons, frequencies and other energies of the like.
All this quite simply stated: how are we to pull a greater thing out of ourselves than ourselves?
You cannot simply pile several thousand men onto this problem in order to grasp an ultimate resolution;
that way, you would only be able to find an agreement, not a solution;
just as 8,000,000 screws cannot screw in a lightbulb without the help of a screwdriver, so an infinite sum of finite cannot equal infinite.
The tower of Babel never reached God.
(Man has no reference point to universally base morals on.)

However, if there were an ultimate morality/true goodness from Whom to receive a true reference point (suppose, God),
then we would therefore have a universal truth to strive for.
Quite frankly, there is no other way that matter and material can be given meaning aside from an ultimate compass that would declare the righteousness and unrighteousness of all things, being behind all things and serving as the base and purpose of the universe created around it; in such a way, man would have no such thing as a "personal truth" because the entirety of mankind and existence would be joyfully constrained under one truth, which is only unreality to deny, nor frees you from its standards by denying it.
(God grants the base and reference point of all things, and beside Him all is nothing)

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I recall the hollow breaths of my Mother’s heart and the thin blood it ushered through me;
I recall her lungs, who spoke down to me as the Earth’s chorus, of voices warped,
Undefineable as to evade my understanding and so pierce my conscience none;
it was a pleasurable murmur.
The everdroning of her speech shepherded me in my sightlessness,
After it I made my way, and it worked to drown the sharp pains who—
in my most silent hours— dare threatened to crudely ridicule me with their violence.

But behold, there dawned an hour of my life my crippled legs bid me fall, and so I did;
For the vigor my shepherd endlessly endowed to my clueless movement
Grew me sick in its overflow.
Therefore, the song of my shepherdess continued into the sunset’s distant haze
And so orphaned me to silence;
There, the ravaging pains found me— a lost lamb— without Mother;
Harshly they hewed me and carved my form,
The black teeth of those hounds convinced no repose!

When my bones lacked any more flesh to harrow, I cried even to the Heavens,
And a Father beyond this womb bore me to light
Of which shone revealingly upon the Earth and beheld to me many things:
I see with my newly born eyes the gnarled hounds; them, I now rend thanks—
they gave through their taking and blessed me discerning through their refining attacks.
And I see also she I vowed Mother:
She is the Faceless Shepherdess, she is a teacher to mirrors, and therefore a disciple also;
The Earth’s grand flock locks step with her, for she is their step.
To Comprehend the systems of my madness,
it was first found perfect that I should suffer them.

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I dunno know why anybody bothers reading all the sporadic trash I put in my bio

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