The means don't justify the ends, or the ends don't justify the means.
But whose means are we talking about, and what ends are we defending?
And what means are we applying, and whose ends are we trying to attain?
It's not only about whether one values outcome over process or vice versa, is it?
It shouldn't be about morals or rationality, certainly not ours'.
It should be about what's best for the animal species that is being exterminated, or the natural resource that is being exploited, or the children and the handicapped and the poor and the "different" that cannot defend themselves.
We should see through their eyes, and act. Not think, not feel. How irrelevant. Simple empathy, and even simpler but effective action.
Further,
What about us? What happens when we are the ones at a crossroads and we are the victim, the oppressed?
You might ask.
Writing is not cathartic, even though its feeling of release is present; it is not enlightening, however, it provokes critical thinking; it is not, above all, entertaining, nonetheless it transports you. I write in order to rationalize interiority, to catch emic experiences with a net. Everything, however, revolves and remains inside.
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