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#1 dorotea

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Posted 22 December 2003 - 11:28 AM

Just something I was reading while doing mild attempt at writing the next dialog of the mod... It might be rather boring - but you never know - some of you might find it 'on topic'...
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Normative Ethics

Normative ethics involves arriving at moral standards that regulate right and wrong conduct. In a sense, it is a search for an ideal litmus test of proper behavior. The Golden Rule is a classic example of a normative principle: We should do to others what we would want others to do to us. Since I do not want my neighbor to steal my car, then it is wrong for me to steal her car. Since I would want people to feed me if I was starving, then I should help feed starving people. Using this same reasoning, I can theoretically determine whether any possible action is right or wrong. So, based on the Golden Rule, it would also be wrong for me to lie to, harass, victimize, assault, or kill others. The Golden Rule is an example of a normative theory that establishes a single principle against which we judge all actions. Other normative theories focus on a set of foundational principles, or a set of good character traits.

The key assumption in normative ethics is that there is only one ultimate criterion of moral conduct, whether it is a single rule or a set of principles. Three strategies will be noted here: (1) virtue theories, (2) duty theories, and (3) consequentialist theories.

Virtue Theories

Many philosophers believe that morality consists of following precisely defined rules of conduct, such as "don't kill," or "don't steal." Presumably, I must learn these rules, and then make sure each of my actions live up to the rules. Virtue theorists, however, place less emphasis on learning rules, and instead stress the importance of developing good habits of character, such as benevolence. Once I've acquired benevolence, for example, I will then habitually act in a benevolent manner. Historically, virtue theory is one of the oldest normative traditions in Western philosophy, having its roots in ancient Greek civilization. Plato emphasized four virtues in particular, which were later called cardinal virtues: wisdom, courage, temperance and justice. Other important virtues are fortitude, generosity, self-respect, good temper, and sincerity. In addition to advocating good habits of character, virtue theorists hold that we should avoid acquiring bad character traits, or vices, such as cowardice, insensibility, injustice, and vanity. Virtue theory emphasizes moral education since virtuous character traits are developed in one's youth. Adults, therefore, are responsible for instilling virtues in the young.

Aristotle argued that virtues are good habits that we acquire, which regulate our emotions. For example, in response to my natural feelings of fear, I should develop the virtue of courage which allows me to be firm when facing danger. Analyzing 11 specific virtues, Aristotle argued that most virtues fall at a mean between more extreme character traits. With courage, for example, if I do not have enough courage, I develop the disposition of cowardice, which is a vice. If I have too much courage I develop the disposition of rashness which is also a vice. According to Aristotle, it is not an easy task to find the perfect mean between extreme character traits. In fact, we need assistance from our reason to do this. After Aristotle, medieval theologians supplemented Greek lists of virtues with three Christian ones, or theological virtues: faith, hope, and charity. Interest in virtue theory continued through the middle ages and declined in the 19th century with the rise of alternative moral theories below. In the mid 20th century virtue theory received special attention from philosophers who believed that more recent approaches ethical theories were misguided for focusing too heavily on rules and actions, rather than on virtuous character traits. Alasdaire MacIntyre defended the central role of virtues in moral theory and argued that virtues are grounded in and emerge from within social traditions.

Duty Theories

Many of us feel that there are clear obligations we have as human beings, such as to care for our children, and to not commit murder. Duty theories base morality on specific, foundational principles of obligation. These theories are sometimes called deontological, from the Greek word deon, or duty, in view of the foundational nature of our duty or obligation. They are also sometimes called nonconsequentialist since these principles are obligatory, irrespective of the consequences that might follow from our actions. For example, it is wrong to not care for our children even if it results in some great benefit, such as financial savings. There are four central duty theories.

The first is that championed by 17th century German philosopher Samuel Pufendorf, who classified dozens of duties under three headings: duties to God, duties to oneself, and duties to others. Concerning our duties towards God, he argued that there are two kinds: (1) a theoretical duty to know the existence and nature of God, and (2) a practical duty to both inwardly and outwardly worship God. Concerning our duties towards oneself, these are also of two sorts: (1) duties of the soul, which involve developing one’s skills and talents, and (2) duties of the body, which involve not harming our bodies, as we might through gluttony or drunkenness, and not killing oneself. Concerning our duties towards others, Pufendorf divides these between absolute duties, which are universally binding on people, and conditional duties, which are the result of contracts between people. Absolute duties are of three sorts: (1) avoid wronging others; (2) treat people as equals, and (3) promote the good of others. Conditional duties involve various types of agreements, the principal one of which is the duty is to keep one’s promises.

A second duty-based approach to ethics is rights theory. Most generally, a “right” is a justified claim against another person’s behavior – such as my right to not be harmed by you. Rights and duties are related in such a way that the rights of one person implies the duties of another person. For example, if I have a right to payment of $10 by Smith, then Smith has a duty to pay me $10. This is called the correlativity of rights and duties. The most influential early account of rights theory is that of 17th century British philosopher John Locke, who argued that the laws of nature mandate that we should not harm anyone's life, health, liberty or possessions. For Locke, these are our natural rights, given to us by God. Following Locke, the United States Declaration of Independence authored by Thomas Jefferson recognizes three foundational rights: life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. Jefferson and others rights theorists maintained that we deduce other more specific rights from these, including the rights of property, movement, speech, and religious expression. There are four features traditionally associated with moral rights. First, rights are natural insofar as they are not invented or created by governments. Second, they are universal insofar as they do not change from country to country. Third, they are equal in the sense that rights are the same for all people, irrespective of gender, race, or handicap. Fourth, they are inalienable which means that I ca not hand over my rights to another person, such as by selling myself into slavery.

A third duty-based theory is that by Kant, which emphasizes a single principle of duty. Influenced by Pufendorf, Kant agreed that we have moral duties to oneself and others, such as developing one's talents, and keeping our promises to others. However, Kant argued that there is a more foundational principle of duty that encompasses our particular duties. It is a single, self-evident principle of reason that he calls the "categorical imperative." A categorical imperative, he argued, is fundamentally different from hypothetical imperatives that hinge on some personal desire that we have, for example, "If you want to get a good job, then you ought to go to college." By contrast, a categorical imperative simply mandates an action, irrespective of one's personal desires, such as "You ought to do X." Kant gives at least four versions of the categorical imperative, but one is especially direct: Treat people as an end, and never as a means to an end. That is, we should always treat people with dignity, and never use them as mere instruments. For Kant, we treat people as an end whenever our actions toward someone reflect the inherent value of that person. Donating to charity, for example, is morally correct since this acknowledges the inherent value of the recipient. By contrast, we treat someone as a means to an end whenever we treat that person as a tool to achieve something else. It is wrong, for example, to steal my neighbor's car since I would be treating her as a means to my own happiness. The categorical imperative also regulates the morality of actions that affect us individually. Suicide, for example, would be wrong since I would be treating my life as a means to the alleviation of my misery. Kant believes that the morality of all actions can be determined by appealing to this single principle of duty.

A fourth and more recent duty-based theory is that by British philosopher W.D. Ross, which emphasizes prima facie duties. Like his 17th and 18th century counterparts, Ross argues that our duties are "part of the fundamental nature of the universe." However, Ross's list of duties is much shorter, which he believes reflects our actual moral convictions:

Fidelity: the duty to keep promises
Reparation: the duty to compensate others when we harm them
Gratitude: the duty to thank those who help us
Justice: the duty to recognize merit
Beneficence: the duty to improve the conditions of others
Self-improvement: the duty to improve our virtue and intelligence
Nonmaleficence: the duty to not injure others
Ross recognizes that situations will arise when we must choose between two conflicting duties. In a classic example, suppose I borrow my neighbor's gun and promise to return it when he asks for it. One day, in a fit of rage, my neighbor pounds on my door and asks for the gun so that he can take vengeance on someone. On the one hand, the duty of fidelity obligates me to return the gun; on the other hand, the duty of nonmaleficence obligates me to avoid injuring others and thus not return the gun. According to Ross, I will intuitively know which of these duties is my actual duty, and which is my apparent or prima facie duty. In this case, my duty of nonmaleficence emerges as my actual duty and I should not return the gun.


Consequentialist Theories

It is common for us to determine our moral responsibility by weighing the consequences of our actions. According to consequentialist normative theories, correct moral conduct is determined solely by a cost-benefit analysis of an action's consequences:

Consequentialism: An action is morally right if the consequences of that action are more favorable than unfavorable.
Consequentialist normative principles require that we first tally both the good and bad consequences of an action. Second, we then determine whether the total good consequences outweigh the total bad consequences. If the good consequences are greater, then the action is morally proper. If the bad consequences are greater, then the action is morally improper. Consequentialist theories are sometimes called teleological theories, from the Greek word telos, or end, since the end result of the action is the sole determining factor of its morality.

Consequentialist theories became popular in the 18th century by philosophers who wanted a quick way to morally assess an action by appealing to experience, rather than by appealing to gut intuitions or long lists of questionable duties. In fact, the most attractive feature of consequentialism is that it appeals to publicly observable consequences of actions. Most versions of consequentialism are more precisely formulated than the general principle above. In particular, competing consequentialist theories specify which consequences for affected groups of people are relevant. Three subdivisions of consequentialism emerge:

Ethical Egoism:an action is morally right if the consequences of that action are more favorable than unfavorable only to the agent performing the action.

Ethical Altruism: an action is morally right if the consequences of that action are more favorable than unfavorable to everyone except the agent.
Utilitarianism: an action is morally right if the consequences of that action are more favorable than unfavorable to everyone.
All three of these theories focus on the consequences of actions for different groups of people. But, like all normative theories, the above three theories are rivals of each other. They also yield different conclusions. Consider the following example. A woman was traveling through a developing country when she witnessed a car in front of her run off the road and roll over several times. She asked the hired driver to pull over to assist, but, to her surprise, the driver accelerated nervously past the scene. A few miles down the road the driver explained that in his country if someone assists an accident victim, then the police often hold the assisting person responsible for the accident itself. If the victim dies, then the assisting person could be held responsible for the death. The driver continued explaining that road accident victims are therefore usually left unattended and often die from exposure to the country’s harsh desert conditions. On the principle of ethical egoism, the woman in this illustration would only be concerned with the consequences of her attempted assistance as she would be affected. Clearly, the decision to drive on would be the morally proper choice. On the principle of ethical altruism, she would be concerned only with the consequences of her action as others are affected, particularly the accident victim. Tallying only those consequences reveals that assisting the victim would be the morally correct choice, irrespective of the negative consequences that result for her. On the principle of utilitarianism, she must consider the consequences for both herself and the victim. The outcome here is less clear, and the woman would need to precisely calculate the overall benefit versus disbenefit of her action.

Freedom cannot be equated with goodness, virtue, or perfection. Freedom has its own unique self-contained nature; freedom is freedom ? not universal goodness. Any confusion or deliberate equalization of freedom with goodness and excellence is in itself negation of freedom, and acceptance of the path of restraint and enforcement.

Nikolai Berdyaev - Christian Existentialist, Philosopher of Freedom.


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#2 Renmauzo

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Posted 24 December 2003 - 10:51 PM

Where do you stand? How do you judge Irenicus? And, most importantly, where is emotivism? :D

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Posted 25 December 2003 - 07:08 AM

I am with Aristotle, and believe that virtues as well as vices can be cultivated, and that every person is always 'a work in progress'. As for 'how do I judge Irenicus' - I think it is pretty darn obvious from my writings...

Yes - I agree that I need to add a section on emotivism though.

Freedom cannot be equated with goodness, virtue, or perfection. Freedom has its own unique self-contained nature; freedom is freedom ? not universal goodness. Any confusion or deliberate equalization of freedom with goodness and excellence is in itself negation of freedom, and acceptance of the path of restraint and enforcement.

Nikolai Berdyaev - Christian Existentialist, Philosopher of Freedom.


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Posted 25 December 2003 - 09:35 AM

Just to make things clear - here is the snippet from the chapter of Bitter Grey Ashes that deals with the first draining of the Tree.

Here the story is told by 2 voices speaking one after another - one is Joneleth the other is the Tree himself.
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I stand at the center of the universe. My roots reach deep into the damp fertile soil, forming a vast network of sensitive tendrils that allow me feel the movement of every small creature arduously digging its small tunnel along my path, and the twitching of every earthworm pushing infinite mass of dirt through its tiny body in the never-ending labor of feeding. I can sense the first tremors of an upcoming earthquake on the Giant's Plain to the north, or a volcano erupting among the fields of Black Ash far to the east. I know by heart when each small blade of grass in my meadows unfolds its perky emerald stem under the warm caress of the morning sun, showering the earth below with droplets of dew. Birds of the sky build their nests on my shoulders. They bring me news of my siblings dwelling far and away in the vast northern woods, and on the mystical isle across the waves of the western ocean.

I am Wealdath - a single tree, but also the forest in itself. I know the slow, lazy thoughts of a sugar maple daydreaming on the sun on my southern border, the windy dreams of a tall pine up on the sandy hill, and the prickly mind of a hawthorn down by the trout creek. I am an endless ocean of trees spreading from the shoreline of the Sea of Swords to the spurs of the Snowflake Mountains. Deep cold streams teeming with fish run through my heart; herds of deer, elk, and wild boar roam my depths; swift grey shadows of wolves and ragged hulks of owlbears stalk my wilderness. Centaurs run through my glades in the deep of the night, and shy dryads stage their strange dances under uneven light of the moon. I am one with the thickets of lush rowan trees on the hills, groves of ancient oaks in the shadowed dales, and clumps of grey willows on the banks of swift Suldanesse River. My branches shade the entire hill upon which I am standing, spreading over the gentle slopes running down into the dell that fosters one of the greatest wonders of this world - a living city of my Children. The city is an extension of me, and as my arms spread over it in protective embrace, so is the invisible aura of power that engulfs it in a golden bell of mythal. Safeguarding my Children is my life. I cannot remember if there ever was a time when I was not entrusted with this sacred duty that brings so much joy to my heart. Watching over the living towers of Suldanesselar, its delicate web of aerial bridges and balconies sparkling among the green curls of the forest like precious diadem on the head of a queen is what keeps me young at my age that should be measured in millennia rather than single years. I sigh in deep satisfaction, caressing the city with the vast power of my mind, and drift into a blissful slumber, once again content in my watchful reverie.

I am pleased today. My favorite Child, the one with joyous intellect of a creator, and a passion for learning has come to visit. I can always hear his mind buzzing like a hive of industrious bees well before his lithe form appears on the trail leading to the top of my hill. He likes to sit in my shade leaning on my trunk or climb into my crown, fast and nimble as a squirrel. Most of the time his feelings are too quick for me to capture their meaning, but I like the aura of bright inquisitiveness that emanates from him like a sharp scent of musk from a young fox. Lately he has developed a passion to try and merge his quicksilver thoughts with the slow current of mine. These sessions please me immensely. For a short time he is able to break the barrier that separates his brisk flickering flame of a mind from my omnipotence, unwillingly feeding me the torrent of his everyday impressions - worries about his work, progress of his research, and the troubled relationship with his lover. In return, I try to regulate how much new lore he picks up from the vast reservoir of my experience. It fascinates me to feel his hungry mind snatch the information like a small child stuffing his mouth with too much candy. More often than not he is overindulging, and I have to break the connection. Afterwards he is angry and petulant, but I know what dangers await the mortal mind that is trying to tap into an infinite ocean of knowledge unprepared. I rarely attach myself so strongly to a single Child, even though the Children's lifespan is long compared to that of shorter living races. It is appropriate - an intelligent creature that is able to separate itself from the rest of the lifeforce should be granted time to develop a personality before settling into a new realm of beauty and splendor. But even knowing that they are leaving me for a brighter world, it grieves me deeply when one of them passes away, and I cannot follow as I am forever rooted in this Plane. Yet, I am so fascinated by the quick and hungry intellect of my Chosen One that I often think of him amongst the dreams of things green and growing, even when he is not around.

Today he is silent and remote, as he was for the last few weeks, or was it longer? It is hard for me to keep track of time on such a short scale and the events of the last few seasons often blur into one rainbow-colored impression. There is none of his usual easygoing conversation and sarcastic remarks. I try to catch a glimpse of his thoughts but he snatches them away, almost angrily. I withdraw carefully, not willing to intrude upon his highly valued privacy. It would be too easy for me to break his barriers, drowning him in me, swallowing his finite mortal mind in my limitless one, and he is precious to me the way he is - a bright, inquisitive elf-child with ancestral magic running in his blood, and clever hands that can make a tree change direction of its growth of form a spacious chamber inside its living body. I love the touch of these hands, the way he caresses the scaly grey bark of my trunk making me forget about his awkward silence and strange secretiveness, relax my vigilance, and at the end lose my ever-present awareness of the golden magic of the mythal, as he snatches the threads of the weave one by one, cutting them away from me and forming them into a new pattern of his own. As I drift further and further away, I begin to feel remote pangs of fear rise from the depth of my consciousness. Something is wrong! He can hurt himself and many others! He would not be able to handle that much power on his own! But his magic has lured me onto a path to oblivion, and I lost the power to turn back. I have only a few moments to realize the depth of his treachery, when the loss of too much energy upsets the balance of my spells and I burst into flame, illuminating the hill like a giant torch surrounded by a bright nimbus of fire.

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I soar above the swinging treetops swathed in a golden shroud of light. The brightness of it makes me sing and laugh uncontrollably. Every cell of my body is filled to overflow with magic of the Tree. I can siphon the lifeforce of the entire forest forever as it is replenished through the vast network of roots that spreads for hundreds of miles below ground, and through the shimmering kaleidoscope of thousands of leaves in the air. I am invincible. My powers can only be compared to that of a god. I am a god in every sense, apart from the fact that I am not bound by any rules or concords that always link the power of a deity to the contents of her portfolio. I am almost omnipotent, yet I cannot be begged for favors by mad priests of an obscure cults, or elderly matrons of some dying nation. I try to imagine the expression on her face when she finds out. I am going to make sure she is the first one of them to know!

The value of the prize bought by my sweet betrayal cannot be described in any mundane terms. This is the infinity we are talking about! Infinite knowledge of the laws that rule the Universe at the tips of my fingers! Infinite time to absorb it all at my leisure! Infinite power to coax the amorphous matter into new shapes and states begotten by my imagination! I raise my hands willing them into a pair of golden wings, that of a phoenix, or a bright celestial creature. Humans say that a thousand angels can fit on a sharp tip of a needle. I used to sneer at the absurdity of this saying, but now I can taste the splendor of existence not bound by basic four dimensions. I muse about thousands of portals into infinite spectrum of worlds beyond any imagination that can easily fit on that needle tip, and it is only the simplest example that instantly springs to my mind.

As my wings unfold above my head in a brilliant wave of light, I suddenly see another explosion of brightness emanating wave after wave of scorching heat. I turn my head to determine the source of that second luminescence, and waver. The Tree is on fire. In an onslaught of triumphant emotions that came with my victory I almost forgot about the Old Man, whose powers I stole so ingeniously. Now the sight of him surrounded by the roaring inferno makes me fervently angry. Why can't he go peacefully to his end, surrendering to the ultimate right of the young to take over from the old, as Spring will always triumph over Winter? Even now, while the juices of his life are boiling inside his living body and his crown is engulfed in a blazing bonfire, the Tree is stubbornly maintaining the remains of the mythal. I despise that ancient magic trap forced upon the city by a team of elderly high mages eons ago. It encases Suldanesselar in a golden shell, like a piece of amber that preserves a long-dead wasp, after all signs of life are gone from the dead body of the insect. It is a beautiful casing but it does not make it any less of a tomb.

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I am burning alive. My crown is a network of fiery red lines exploding in angry fireworks of sparks. My mind is shrinking to a whirlwind of searing pain, as I quickly lose my connections with plants and creatures of the forest. Yet disintegration of my material substance is not what causing me the most painful agony. I know that I shall die with destruction of the mythal but this knowledge is only a passing flicker of a thought. What makes the Suldanesselar's mythal different from other spells of this class, is the fact that it is always watched over and maintained by its Guardian, as it is woven into my very soul and body. Now that my treacherous son is ravishing my mind my healing powers are fading, and the Children are dying. Over the centuries of my existence I became too involved with their lives. The city is permeated with healing and supporting magic, and many of the elves became too dependent on it.

Perhaps, it was my gravest mistake. The mythals were not originally designed to serve as a crutch for the needy. But inside the shimmering borders of Suldanesselar every small wound is healed within hours, and the muscles of an invalid can carry his inept body as if he was a champion athlete. The Children have grown weak. Every new generation is more reclusive and distrustful of the outside world. I don't blame them - they have plenty of reasons to be suspicious of human tribes, who are encroaching on our lands, cutting down trees and viciously killing our nomadic brethren. But with unraveling of the mythal the Children would stand naked and defenseless against the dangers of the outside world. They would not be able to survive this dissolution.

First I feel the deaths of sick and elderly, then it is turn of the younger ones. My heart is being ripped apart as I sense the passing of every small soul, the last breath of every frail body. They all shall die if I cannot stop this madness, I realize suddenly. In my desperation, I decide to take my only chance and risk everything, relying on my deeper knowledge of the traitor's mind. Joneleth is strong. He is probably the strongest mage born to the Tel'Quessir in two or three generations. That was what fascinated me about him, and perhaps contributed to his corruption. But his mind is still one of a mortal. He should not be able to handle all the energy of the mythal at once. So far he was very clever, as he unraveled it strand by quivering strand, taking his time and carefully waving it into a new pattern that would feed his own ambitions. But if I release all that is left of my powers at once, he may falter.

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I cringe as I see the fire spread to the grove of giant beach trees, which encircles the queen's palace. The rain of burning twigs and hot ash is falling on the city from the conflagration above, starting more fires. It is becoming hard to breath, and I am forced to rise higher. Now she is going to blame me for this unforeseen damage! For a brief second I can taste a familiar coppery tang of anger and humiliation - then remember what I have become! When I come into my full power a simple wish will suffice but for now I would have to do it properly. I mouth an incantation following it with a quick flash of my fingers in an intricate pattern of the spell physical component.

Immediately, a flock of heavy, bruise-colored clouds infused with silver streaks gathers over the top of the hill promising quick relief. I raise my hands to call down the rain, and at that moment a surge of raw magic energy released by the weakening mythal hits me with a force of a giant pendulum suspended from heavens on a cord of blazing blue radiance. It stuns me, unraveling my spell and drowning the remaining specks of my consciousness in a flood of power with ease of a waterfall quenching flickering ashes of a campfire. The last thing I see, before a flash of white light explodes inside my head and my eyes close forever, is a green carpet of earth rushing into my face with astonishing speed. Then my body reaches the roaring inferno below, and the Tree takes me into its flaming embrace, melting my skin and turning what remains of me into a quivering mass of scorched flesh.

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He falls like a blazing meteor or a phoenix ready to rise from the ashes of his ruin. My burning hands take him in, and he is thrashing and bleeding, impaled on a sharp stake of my broken limb. His flesh is running down like a stream of molten wax. He would be forever branded a traitor by these terrible scars. The stolen energies are leaking from his dying body together with his lifeforce and as my healing powers return I try to stop this devastation, patching the most grievous of his wounds, and maintaining his failing heart until the elves come for him and take my ruined son away from me. I cannot hate him even now. It is my purpose to take care of the Children, and whatever he has done - he is still one of them.

Freedom cannot be equated with goodness, virtue, or perfection. Freedom has its own unique self-contained nature; freedom is freedom ? not universal goodness. Any confusion or deliberate equalization of freedom with goodness and excellence is in itself negation of freedom, and acceptance of the path of restraint and enforcement.

Nikolai Berdyaev - Christian Existentialist, Philosopher of Freedom.


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#5 Renmauzo

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Posted 25 December 2003 - 02:40 PM

Im sorry, thats a little long for me. Would you mind being more concise in how you judge Irenicus, i.e., just tell me, please.

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Posted 25 December 2003 - 02:48 PM

Would you mind being more concise in how you judge Irenicus, i.e., just tell me, please.


Yes - I would mind. ;) I think the piece of writing I quoted is quite enough to state my position, and if it is still not clear, well, I am sorry but I cannot make it any more transparent and will leave the question hanging in the air...

Freedom cannot be equated with goodness, virtue, or perfection. Freedom has its own unique self-contained nature; freedom is freedom ? not universal goodness. Any confusion or deliberate equalization of freedom with goodness and excellence is in itself negation of freedom, and acceptance of the path of restraint and enforcement.

Nikolai Berdyaev - Christian Existentialist, Philosopher of Freedom.


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Posted 01 January 2004 - 01:38 AM

Dorotea, that is one excellent piece of writing :)
I'll realy have to read the full thing some day. :)