about right and wrong.

right. wrong. such a horrible dichotomy. but how else can we view ourselves vs. others? this is similar to my last post, but i've realized a few flaws in my wording. or my organization of idea. this happens often. i haven't actually come upon a new idea or changed my views, but expanded in an organized (i.e. put things into words) manner.

so. no. i am not correct. and no. everybody else is not wrong. but there is this ideal that i keep sacred and i believe that it is the ideal that would benefit all more than any other ideal that somebody else may have created. do i know that i am right? no. but am i as close to knowing as i ever will be? maybe.

the one who knows me best suggested to me that she knows how i view the world. my attitude. she's wrong. so very wrong. but that's ok. because again, that organization and ability to create words for a belief often escapes me, so i don't expect even those best friends to ever understand what i believe. it's mine. it will never be anybody elses.
the strongest point she made was that i hate those who do not think like me. i made the comment that i only hate those who hate. yes, hypocritical, and yes, incorrect. not what i think at all, in fact.

i don't hate people who hate. that would mean i hated my family. who hate those who are different. i don't hate them. it would mean that i hate that person walking down the street with that sign that says 'gays are going to hell.'
but i don't.
i hate that system that they reside in. i hate the possibility of their beliefs existing. and i hate that i am not powerful enough to show more people the light. to show people that the most powerful concept in life, the most amazing thing to discover. that thing that will set us free.

that idea of thinking for yourself. for myself. for ourselves. erase what you think, and create what you know.