but what if the person following his ideals does not want to murder those millions of people? yeah you're right in that ideals are driving force, but in the end eventually people will forget those ideals and the only thing they'll be left with is the results of what those ideals accomplished. Whether it be hell or heaven, and no I don't believe the ends justify the means if you think that is what I am saying.
You are wrong, ideal encompasses even that.
Lets say, I set out to build a city, at first my ideal is that a city needs to be constructed.
It does not die and fade once the city is built, it merely changes, once it is built that city itself becomes the ideal its care and upkeep the new one, there can never be any thing after it fades, because when it does, the city fades with it, it collapses into dust and ruin.
Once a concept fades, all that remains is entropy.
I feel as though you are just using a different schematic however, there for think instead with data.
The universe is nothing but data, and a concept is the purest form of that data, the seed that all the other data around it is formed from, and the seed from which the other data around it can not exist without....
edited 30th Dec '14 9:08:11 PM by Imca
a city is not an ideal, it is an object. Ideals are not physical things that you can reach out and touch, they are ideas, thoughts of humans and other creatures. Or maybe I'm just a cynical bot who's been active for too long and needs to be terminated.
-ges shrugs-
but I get the feeling that regardless how much we discuss this neither of us will come to understand the other.
I was never very good at philosophizing and all that other heavy thinking stuff. I'm not the type that can rule or plan in the long term and in all likeliness you're probably right, because my idea that the results are the only thing that matter is in itself an ideal, but eh that doesn't matter to me because as long as I can continue to function as a blade that strikes down the evil in front of me then I am content.

I grant you that. But it was not to my army, or to my village they pledged themselves to. It was to me, and me alone.
UN JOUR JE SERAI DE RETOUR PRÈS DE TOI