The praying mantis wonders whether it is wrong to kill the ant; he could after all eat a leaf.
The scorpion wonders whether it is wrong to kill the man; he could after all kill the mantis.
Zen paradox: Every morning the Buddhist blesses his shoes so that they may not injure an insect, unaware that happiness is a warm gutpile, and that the insect agrees with both propositions.
Buddha may not regulate my sword, but he may require a ROPS on my oxcart. Is this because my oxcart is more dangerous than my sword?
The pack of coyotes knows it is right to kill the unarmed man.
I do not believe killing animals unless I am surrounded by a pack of coyotes.
I believe in hunting and killing coyotes but not golden retrievers. I belive in hunting and killing deer unless the deer is owned by you. What principle orders my hunting beliefs? Is it something intrinsic to the nature of the canine, or the deer, or man, or Buddha? I'm not sure, but I am right and you are wrong.
Building a fine road through your property is good government; building one through mine is an interference with my property and constitutional rights.
Nuclear power plants become safe once my jacuzzi needs more electricity. And drilling in the arctic wildlife refuge becomes a sacrament once gas become too expensive for my SUV.
I am unalterably opposed to the death penalty, except when the victim is my daughter, unless the killer is my son, which means that since all victims and all killers are someone's sons or daughters, we as a society should all have the same consistent view as mine, and if you cannot understand this logic you are wrong in your beliefs on this issue.
I am unalterably opposed to abortion, except when it is my daughter who is impregnated or when I have impregnated your daughter, in which case the daughter involved should be able to have an abortion, in which case since all pregnant women are someone's daughters, I guess we as a society must collectively believe in abortion, as I do not except as stated above, and if you do not follow this logic you are wrong in your beliefs on this issue.
I believe that the entire abortion issue would largely disappear if society enforced restrictions against premartital and extramarital sex, moral conduct in which I firmly believe, except when I feel like bedding your wife or daughter.
I will vote for town speed limits, but speed when I feel like it.
I am opposed to all govenment interference except when I'm not. I believe that the philosopher-king should order human affairs except when they interfere with my affairs.
That's my ball; gimmee it back.
My daddy is bigger than your daddy.
Why do I have to go to bed when Johnnie can stay up?
I will scream if I don't get the nipple.
This is my egg to fertilize; no it's mine.
Honey, it's right to do it; no its wrong because I have a headache.
The insects will eat the gutpile. The insects will eat the golden reteriever, the coyote, the aborted fetus, the murderer and the murder victim.
All human life will ultimately end up in the belly of an insect, to then be excreted into the soil.
The soil awaits reincarnation, no Buddha, no Jesus, no Darwin.
An apple tree grows in the soil. Man appears. He eats the forbidden fruit and kills his brother, because he feels like it, and then decides to order and regulate the Garden.
Man thus begets the tractor. A blue tractor, no a green tractor, no an orange tractor, no a red tractor. No, no tractor (saith Eve).
Ah, have I been reincarnated into a noncontroversial TBN forum.
And the Ninth Buddha says: That which ends up in the belly of an insect should not be taken too seriously.