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I think there's a fundamental part in me, perhaps in everyone, that takes satisfaction in seeing karma in action.
There's something almost primally pleasurable in seeing someone, having committed a bad deed, be punished by the universe in turn. It was Newton who gave us the principle of action and reaction, cause and effect, but really he was just touching on something we had already known for some time, something we almost worship in our own way.
Justice systems around the globe are based on the idea of just and equal consequence. They made a song out of the punishment fitting the crime, for fuck's sake. Our love for this concept causes us to wax poetical and base our civilizations around it, despite the fact that it's an ideal largely of our own creation. We don't care. We love it so much we don't care if it exists or not. We give it names and offer it lovely treats and spill blood over it.
It is a compulsion, an obsession taken to the sociopathic extreme en masse over and over and over again. The idea that the universe is one big ledger, and there'll always be that big invisible hand to balance the figures and make it all add up.
As an addendum, the realization that you're willfully participating in a species-wide delusion can be quite sobering. If I weren't already certain of the fact that I was insane, this would probably drive me over the edge.
There's something almost primally pleasurable in seeing someone, having committed a bad deed, be punished by the universe in turn. It was Newton who gave us the principle of action and reaction, cause and effect, but really he was just touching on something we had already known for some time, something we almost worship in our own way.
Justice systems around the globe are based on the idea of just and equal consequence. They made a song out of the punishment fitting the crime, for fuck's sake. Our love for this concept causes us to wax poetical and base our civilizations around it, despite the fact that it's an ideal largely of our own creation. We don't care. We love it so much we don't care if it exists or not. We give it names and offer it lovely treats and spill blood over it.
It is a compulsion, an obsession taken to the sociopathic extreme en masse over and over and over again. The idea that the universe is one big ledger, and there'll always be that big invisible hand to balance the figures and make it all add up.
As an addendum, the realization that you're willfully participating in a species-wide delusion can be quite sobering. If I weren't already certain of the fact that I was insane, this would probably drive me over the edge.