We ought to have wings in order to fly, but we do not so requiring us to fly is to doom us to eternal failure of our goal. This is how insistence on some morality can be: we require that we do something that by nature we can not.
Why has the Is always eluded us? – we have been blinded by our desire for the Ought. If we ought to fly, how could we ever believe it is impossible for us?
Ought – is a manifestation. An extrapolation, explanation – a, perhaps futile, attempt at formulating in words what may be beyond words (or below). An image of the Is, but a picture can never contain movement. A picture can only show one angle. I will avoid the temptation of calling it a wrong image, for we have left right and wrong for now. The manifestation is.
A manifestation of what? – The bottom of our morality, below the Oughts; we may describe it as will, force, instincts – drive. The true human nature – as such, it exists in all humans. If the Ought is a manifestation of what lies in all humans, why then do so contrasting moralities exist?
Morality is a drowned concepts. Polluted by years of abuse and misuse – buried in ancient dust. Good and bad; right and wrong; individual and social; duty – if we admit Morality as a real concept, then perhaps we should admit that the concepts we use, the terms we define; what we have invented in order to study it, has never matched the real. Too narrow, covering only a part, and at the same time too wide, including elements which does not belong to it.
What we study, is the concepts we have invented. The morality we have studied in the abstract with our reason does not match the morality that Is.
What is the difference between choosing if you should drink milk or water than to choose to lie or not? Who is to say one belongs to morality and the other does not?
Admitting again that the nature and source of morality is unknown to us, we should admit that both may equally well belong to morality – or both do not.
Morality in its essence is not the attitudes and opinions that we hold, but the choices we make. We may not know what drives us, but we know there is a drive. The drive is.
To be continued…