What gives value to our lives?
What makes one life more valuable than another’s?
At what point does someone’s greatness allow us to overlook their misdeeds?
Is there not something fundamentally wrong with idolizing a slaver just because he taught us “how to say goodbye?”
Is it not creepy to be enraptured by a dancer and singer who was by some accounts a pedophile?
How is it that we can look at another human being and decide that we are better or more worthy than them? Or to put it another way, how do we look at another human being and decide that they are less worthy than us?
Moreover, how do we look at an animal and say that they have less right to life than we do? If, for the carnivores, we remove the food chain from the equation, how do we decide that a creature’s right to life is less than our need to use it in sport, or to wear its furs or skins?
What makes us so sure that our truth, our scripture, our inner voice, is more accurate than another’s truth, scripture and inner voice?
Why do we deserve to hoard our riches away while the tired, the sick, the disabled are struggling to find a warm corner to curl up in on the street?
Why do we go on insisting that we are not our brother’s keeper?
Why do we take for granted our sister’s eternally forgiving demeanor?
Why is the quality of humanity, not naturally possessed by human beings?
Why does each and every one of us believe we are the center of all things?