cars in the winter ... and the moral of the story.
Somehow you never know whether you are doing the right thing - often not even afterwards. I do not know if it really is so, that at the end of his life, everything again sees 'rate' and can. Should be the case, I empfände this as a highly unsatisfactory means, because you can change then nothing more. This concept, the 'review' might be, it should not be a pain, but one that borrowed from the Stoics, emotional attitude to oppose. One would have to be able to look dispassionately already happened and relatively value-free, quasi-neutral.
It did, without question, certainly one's own life rather, it often would take that stance and would not be too much guided by emotions. But here's a dark valley between normative and descriptive ethics. Without exception, each action are of course moral principles underlying, which, in my opinion, to settle rather in the field of special ethics - ethics and general works only within the social boundaries that I put her, but that's another barrel Where was I? Oh yes: Kant Kant and his categorical imperative. In itself, nothing dramatic, packed very cryptic. Furthermore, it is indeed only, therefore, always to act in a manner that their own actions could also be the basis of action of others. A nice idea, certainly laudable, one sets out to go to so through life. Only the very prompt also implies that there is work something like 'moral law', irrespective of social systems - a parent, not subjective but objective ethics could be the basis of all actions. So here we are in the field of normative ethics, and thus in what should be the basis of my actions. I claimed I could succeed even close to this, my nose would grow spontaneously to a minimum length of 6 meters, because what ultimately determines my actions is far less ehrvoll. Even though I am not directly in any emerging emotion throw, and thus spontaneously and without reflection agiere, I take the time for reflection but often only to the diving tower at the 5-foot climb board and from there now but with distance, time , and emotionally, to this sense of looking pool, but then bravely . Jump in I often swim by the whole thing and just leave, dripping wet and angry (never hot bath day is when I jump!) The basin. Sometimes, however, I think after a couple of trains: "Oh, what's the swimming I just do not anymore." And the active decision to passivity can go under me in my own smelly, emotional broth. Fortunately, some of the pool lifeguards, the attraction for me then learns from the bead. But should I ever leave this savior? Why I can not make it to jump just NOT? broadcast from the top, ok. I could say it but leave it at that: "... today the bead is green Another time, perhaps gray, black. . Or brown, "I do not find it unattractive, that I willingly, knowingly devoting such emotions -.. There is also an aesthetic of 'ugly' but it is miles away from a 'real' action
Despite the fact that I very pointless, if not feel to be almost impossible, something like a universal, ethical principle or law, whatever one may call it to formulate. Again and again we slip, or rather I, while in the field of special ethics, where It is not the one right solution, but about the more appropriate of several alternative actions that are based in their inaccuracy in something you call the optimum Could therefore that what this is all the time, which is, without exception, should act as any. What I really wanted to say
? ... hmm. I suspect it was a matter that I am, despite knowledge of the categorical imperative, not in a position to act ethically - and knowingly voluntarily. Thus, probably from self-imposed immaturity, self-elect. high
head, shoulders down, smiling.
à bientôt
your FrauJ
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