I used to be different. I used to believe that there was a moral truth out there. Hell, I used to believe I was _right_ and that given enough time I could bloody well prove it.
I'd been involved in a lot of arguments, both on and offline, about Right behaviour. This is a topic that's always fascinated me, and I became obsessed with it after I spent a year-or-so moderating an extropian mailing list, full of particularly rabid libertarians that equated any kind of government with a full-on totalitarian state. I strongly disagreed, and was, as I said, sure that given the time and the tools I could prove that they were wrong and I was right.
Attempting to prove them wrong was both the biggest waste of my time possible, and an incredibly enlightening period of time, as I slowly proved to myself that the idea of absolute morals, correct behaviours, etc. was not just nonsense but utterly incoherent and indefinable.
I still believe in the truth when it comes to actual reality, of course - although I'm completely aware that my access to that reality is crippled, partial and overlaid with huge amounts of social, biological and physical illusions. But I have no such beliefs when it comes to morality.
And that's
what happened when I was 22.
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