... -frowns, his brow furrowing-
Th— the thing is, these things are created by humans. They have meaning ascribed by humans. S—so they do exist, even if not as things of - of physicality. There's lots of things like that, things like.... justice. Things that are given a meaning, and end up growing and coalescing into things-in-themselves...
-That Came Outta Nowhere-
UN JOUR JE SERAI DE RETOUR PRÈS DE TOIYou want to share philosophies then-?
Here's something for you, then... those things- exist in the eye of the beholder. They are inherent to belief, rather than to reality.
They are manufactured by humans and therefore rely on humans to believe in them.
Like justice... what is justice-? Eye for an eye, or the book of laws?
And where does it exist? Where people believe it should exist. There's no justice in nowhere.
But I can't help my bleeding- bandages only make things uncomfortable.
It rubs up against the wound, and opens it a little for me.
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this postThat's exactly my point. When you get down to it, there's a general... you know, a consensus. About these things. What justice and honesty and politeness mean. Even people who, who, erm, like to be, uh, contrary about these things, they still understand what they mean. And it's... you know, it's consensus that bleeding on things is gross and has disease and... and all that.
...Besides, it helps it heal better!
UN JOUR JE SERAI DE RETOUR PRÈS DE TOINo—urgh.
-gives up on what she's doing, the little lights floating back into into her hand-
Trying to make a Materia from Cloud's memories. Used ot do this all the time, but its hard now.
There's so much that's just fuzz, and a lot of it contradicts itself.
PM box is Closed, Indefinitely Friend Code: 3368-4181-6850-well, a cell door is open, and the man from just then is standing inside it-
-with what seemed to be a portal of blood that just closed in front of him, with a clawing at the air from his bloodied arm-
-panting a little, with his arm way more bloodied than it was before- There we go...
-before he notices Savannah, and just stares at her silently, clearing his throat and standing up straight- I did think I was a little loud.
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Where does it say that-?
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