The ethics and morals that guide our behavior are nothing more than the high school concept of peer pressure. The schmuck who wants to belong to an apartheid group, gives in like an exhausted gazelle. Slowly, submissive and resigned, carries her hooves into the lion's den. Fuck it! Eat me! And it's not the murmured voice of the mistress. It's the human re-becoming a monkey. Life is death and death is life when the consciousness evolves into a melon; pleasant to look at, flavorful by some taste standards yet insignificant by its content. The way it is becomes the way it should be instead of: why it is the way it is? The it is must constantly be challenged so the should be would never have the time to comfortably set in.
Every sidewalk ends at an intersection only to be continued on the other side until the cornfield, desert or the ocean take over. It's moving on without going anywhere.
The cozyness and the delusional safety, loomed to a dildo erection by the soothing of the flock, is omnipresent. From the living room via the metropolis' mussitation, into the apex of solitude.
Life is tremendously unimportant. Our ethics teach us utterly the opposite. That's the birth of the hypocrisy or, by the day to day language: the bullshit. Perishable by its nature, life is spent endlessly by those who hold the morals of it up high, in the most important trophy vase. Life, encouraged to be born in the ghetto, just to be sent to war to bring back only the amorphous life. Life that takes life is no life. It's a belief. It's predator and prey of the same species. Cannibalism. This is the group we are proud that we belong to.