The Choice

450 am CT. I just woke up from a dream where I was arguing with my wife. It was the argument that I’ve had in a thousand forms with a hundred people. I argued that the choice between good and evil was more important than the choice to be good. She (and so many others) argued that the choice to be good was more important. The principle of agency relies on the former. Without the choice of evil the choice of good is meaningless. We would not know happiness if we did not know misery. By and large I have not been miserable. I have been clinically depressed and I can juxtapose it with being clinically manic. But I have had a good life and mostly don’t have a frame of reference for a bad one except through others. Perhaps my lack of pain is why pleasure does not seem as satisfying as it does to others. But that is well past the dream and into a morning rant. At any rate the cat is clawing and nipping so I should probably see if she wants something more than attention. You my faithful reader have an awesome day.