Here is something totally different I have decided to post, just because it was in my mind at the moment.
I don't like killing things. I used to not care when I was growing up in middle school etc, but now that I am getting into college, and starting to actually think about the world around me, I realized:
(insert living thing here) has a life, and is able to percieve the universe--and it is very possible that this will be its only life
(there is not an infinite(or maybe it is?), but very large chain reaction starting from the moment the universe began until this creature was born, in which case everything that did happen probably had to happen as it did, meaning this creatures ability to live was basically a miracle in itself)--although I guess there is a possibility it could be born again... i mean, it has already been born once, that I can be sure of.
So, what gives me the right to destroy its life--to squash it out of existance. Although, the sad truth is everything living eventually dies anyway(which brings up a question--whats the point of even living at all if we are not able to hold onto what we did when we were alive(this is a hypothesis--I am very much alive atm, so I have no idea what is like to be dead. I would ask a dead person what its like to be dead, but I hear they don't like to tell their secrets.) There is one thing I believe--that the matter that makes up my body has existed in some form or another since energy came into existance in the universe. It has just, under a very large series of events, come together into the form it is now. Maybe, when I die, all the energy of my body just spreads out into other things, but will continue to exist in the universe, even though I may not always have a conscious.
I know this is all garbled and hard to understand, but I am just writing down what comes to my mind-- in short, what I am saying is:
I used to not care about others
then I started to care
then I would feel bad about even squashing a cockroach or killing a fly
and now, its gotten so bad(or good maybe?) that I just don't kill anything unless I absolutely have to--and then I get very depressed about it afterwards.
Whats going to be next? Maybe vegetarian? Suicide?(i dont have to kill others to live if i am dead)...
Am I going crazy, or do other people have thoughts like this too. This is one reason I think religion is a good thing. With the belief of some form of conscious after life, then you don't think death is the ultimate end, and that there is a meaning to life--and therefore you don't feel so damn depressed about it. The only way I can stop myself from getting depressed about this kind of stuff is to force myself not to think about it. This would be one of those nights where its just on my mind.
Post thoughts, comments, add ons, flame, whatever, I don't care.