I Like Intelligent Conversation

In the end correct, and false, right and wrong, horrible and wonderful, all end up in the category of human constructions and human ideas.

Who is there to decide truly what is and what isn't the "correct" perspective or method in which to live or exist?
Who is there to decide truly that something is broken or when it needs fixed?

Perhaps our species tumbling into chaos is just a law of nature. With no right or wrong angle.

Perhaps it is that "we" when viewed by the entirety of our species, should work towards not "fixing" ourselves, but allowing ourselves to over come the certainty we have in our own brains on what is right or wrong, of value and not, and the rest of our human conceptions; To accept that our minds have similar, if not the same faults we may point out in the brain of a deer, a fly, or a crow; That we as a whole species are useless to try to live in unison with our surroundings by attempting to enforce our own concepts, realities, and ideas onto them.

In the end it's only my mind rolling around in it's own concepts, and i don't speak in facts or truths.