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The Ethical Dilemma implicit in Life

bmgroen — Sat, 30 Aug 2008 10:25:50 +0000

As I am currently writing up my MA dissertation (my topic is Business Ethics and the effect this can have on Competitive Advantage), I am looking at various authors on the topic of ethics. I am currently writing about ethical relativism, and have rejected this idea based on the fact that it does not seem logically sound. The trouble is that the conclusion [reached with ethical relativism] does not really follow from the premise – that is, even if the premise is true, the conclusion still might be false.
The premise [in this case] concerns what people believe: in some societies, people believe one thing; in other societies another. The conclusion, conversely, concerns itself with what really is the case. The trouble is that this sort of conclusion does not follow logically from this sort of premise. To make the point clearer, consider the following example: In some societies, people believe the earth is flat. In other societies, such as our own, people believe the earth is spherical. Does it follow, from the mere fact that these two cultures disagree on this ‘fact’ that there is no objective truth in the matter? Of course not; we would never draw such a conclusion because we realise that, in their beliefs about the world, the members of some societies might simply be wrong. There is no reason to think that, just because the earth is spherical that everyone must realise this at the same time. Similarly, there is no reason to think that if there is a moral truth everyone must know it.
Based on the above, I have rejected this theory. I have to be pragmatic about this point and simply do not have the time/words to go into greater detail. I am assuming that you will, generally, agree with me on this point.
The point is now, I would like to assume that there are such things as universal moral values, being a Christian one would seem to agree with me on this point I take it. But I run into a dilemma here, when I compare ethical relativism with other, contrasting theories, I found that Cultural Imperialism is the opposite, would you say that Christianity belongs into this category? If so, is this necessarily a bad thing?

Some excerpts that trouble me...:(

metalheadsunny — Sat, 30 Aug 2008 10:09:09 +0000

"I was sure i could never fall in love with someone like him.i knew him too well, all his weaknesses and fears.i just couldn't admire him as the others seem to.

But love is much like a dam: if you allow a tiny crack to form through which only a trickle of water can pass, that trickle will quickly bring down the whole structure, and soon no one will be able to control the force of the current.

For when those walls come down, then love takes over, and is no longer matters what is possible or impossible; it doesnt even matter whether we can keep the loved one at our side. To love is to lose control.

No, no, i cannot allow such a crack to form. No matter how small."

Is this why...?????????

I dont know...or maybe i do and i dont want to know...

"You think you know everything,"she said, "that you know all about magic moments, the inner child...I dont know what you are doing here with me."

He laughed, "I admire you. And i admire the battle you are waging with your heart."

"what battle?"

"Never mind," he said.

But she knew what he was talking about.

"Dont kid yourself," she said, "We can talk about it if you like. You are mistaken about my feelings."

He stopped fooling with whatever was in his hand and looked at her. "No, I am not mistaken. I know you dont love me."

This confused her even more.

"But I am going to fight for your love," he continued.

"There are some things in life worth fighting for to the end."

She was speechless.

"You are worth it," he said...

I wish this story could be changed a bit...and by lord...i dunno in what way...excuse me...m juz a completely confused guy... :|

"We always pray...most of us do...even the atheists, its just that they dont ever realize...evrytime we wish for something...its a prayer...everytime something goes wrong...the selfish man will pray...

Man blasphemes...he thinks She loves making him suffer...WE think its easy...its a piece of cake being Her...listening to soooo many people and their selfish prayers is an easy job. They believe it is She who forces all their problems, all their griefs and also all their joys onto them...

They believe She is the Master and we are Her puppets. They want their entire life to be adorned with joy and happiness; they dont realize that a simple smile, a simple joy for them can often be the result of overpowering grief for someone else...

They all cry...WE all crib, we all ALWAYS want something better...something bigger in life.........WE all want Her to endow us with miracles...we all pray for a miracle to happen in our lives...

And we always forget...that the miracle we always crave is already there...it was always there...its just that we never realize...WE never realize that the miracle is US. We never want to "be the miracle", we always want Her to do it, we want Her to put the "things right"

We fail to see that, we are not Her slaves...but that She is our Mother, and just like She let Jesus...She lets us make our own choices...even if it might bring Her great grief to see Her sons nailed to invisible crosses all the time..."

Realizing this...let me say a sincere thanks to Her and to every one of her elements that has brought me today at this stage...when i am ready to accept it all...n walk on...assured that Her blessings and Her helping hand is always upon me...

AMEN

Shud i or Shdnt i

shikinismady — Sat, 30 Aug 2008 05:40:54 +0000

Shud i leave or shud i stay?

Shud i juz accept the offer or shud i take other opportunity?

Salary wise, im grateful that sumtg to be proud of seeing $2000+ written on my monthly payslip *alhamdulillah*

BUT

Its juz me... Me.... ME being fickle-minded sumtymes!!!!!!!!

Oooohhhh... IM SOO CONFUSED

Dissary of the Soul

oknehcvehs — Fri, 29 Aug 2008 18:43:29 +0000

Disarray of the Soul

A girl in her own little world,

Living down at a mountains darkest valley,

In a world full of sorrow, struggle and fear,

A world full of war for her soul,

Her world is full of rules,

All that have been broken,

No rule gone unspoken,

A girl that is full of dreams,

Dreams that are only fantasies to her,

Dreams that she thinks will never become her reality,

Like a two faced hypocrite,

Saying one and doing the opposite,

Talking about how her life she is going to change,

Talking about how she wants a simple life,

A life that is meaningful, happy and free,

A life where her dreams are her real reality,

Procrastinating every thing that life brings,

Waiting until its too late,

But life doesn't always give you another chance to advance,

This girl is in a war,

A war like no other,

Living with her past at her side,

Stuck at the back of her mind,

She always wonders deep down inside,

Why did it have to be,

When she searches for herself,

And where she belongs,

Searching for that feeling of home,

All her dreams go astray,

And when she is stranded no where to go,

Feeling all alone and has lost her way,

In the midst of all her fear,

Her war of life starts raging,

And the only answers she can find,

Are at the bottom of every empty bottle,

And silence is all she can hear,

Nothing has been so suddle,

Feeling weak and undefined,

That's when she searches for that mountain,

And when a man comes along from the mountain top,

Singing his song of promise,

She holds on to him,

Acting like she cares,

Only until she finds her a new strength,

A new beginning,

A new theory,

A new philosophy of life,

And if that man can find a way to help her,

He can go to hell,

That's what she would say,

As she walks to the base of that mountain,

Ready to climb carrying the weight of her past on her shoulders,

She wonders what she might find,

As she climbs that mountain,

Regaining her thoughts,

Her feelings start to wonder and fall apart,

She starts to draw near,

She can almost see herself becoming,

Whatever she wanted to be,

Those dreams that were her fantasies,

Are starting to become her reality,

She keeps her eyes looking,

To the top of that mountain,

Knowing there is something up there that she needs,

She sees a man standing here,

Looking at her eyes,

Watching every tear that she drys,

Knowing if she makes it,

Her tears shall become champagne,

And her fears will go astray,

She quickly looks away,

Not wanting this man,

To figure out her intentions,

Her heart and her mind are not the same,

She then hears him say,

Ive been praying for you,

To make it all the way,

Ive climbed this mountain myself,

With a few hands of help along the way,

And now I'm climbing it with you,

And I will never give up,

Until you make all the way,

So please egoistic girl please,

Let me help you make it to the top,

Without a helping hand life is rough,

She tells him she's almost there,

Keep praying,

For I am tired and straying,

With only half the truth to what she said,

She becomes exhausted,

And starts feeling weak,

Her legs give out,

And she falls to her knees,

She decides that she doesn't want to move,

She doesn't want to speak,

She can't grasp the thought,

Of her life becoming this way,

A life where she can see so clear,

And breathing in all that fresh air,

This life is too good for her,

That's the way her mind starts to steer,

She looks at the man one last time,

Only to find in his eyes,

That his intentions were sincere,

She tells the man,

Not to look back,

Because if he kept looking at her eyes,

He would know he was deceived,

In midst of all he had done,

The man standing there with despair,

And in disbelief,

Feeling used and heart broken,

Yells to her your almost there,

He sees her turn her back,

Just sitting here,

Says to her don't move,

I'll come down and help you with your fear,

She hears him calling her by name,

Which makes her uncomfortable and so afraid,

She tries to get up and meet him half way,

But then decides that she is tired,

And doesn't want this anyway,

She pretends to stumble,

And starts to walk the other way,

The man hurries even faster,

Trying to catch her,

Before she is lost in her darkest disarray,

The man stops a few times to rest,

Always wondering should he continue,

Or just forget all this stress,

As he wonders,

He loses sight of her,

He takes his rope,

Throws it into the darkness,

Yelling for her to grab on,

Telling her that he will help her back up,

For them to walk that mountain together,

And that all things will get better,

When his rope gets thrown back up from that darkness,

He ties a rock and throws it back,

This time he feels a tug,

He quickly pulls it up,

Only to find that the rope has been cut,

He throws it back once again,

Thinking she might be trying to reach,

But this time the darkness like a whip,

Ripped the rope away from his grip,

Standing there looking up to the heavens,

Broken hearted and hurt,

And after she had deceived him,

In everything she ever said,

The only thing he feels for her,

Is pity but no regret,

Though he didn't deserve what she had done,

His heart still praying,

For that girl that's down in that muddled slump,

No one needs to live the way she does,

That man had something that no other man had to offer,

But she knows that man's intension were sincere,

And that man knows that she deserves,

The best of every offer,

This man that she had deceived,

Has forgave but will not let it be forgotten,

He knows she may be lost forever,

But he still prays for her to come back,

And try to climb that mountain.

~Serge Shevchenko

A Crush

Gregory Burns — Fri, 29 Aug 2008 14:30:30 +0000

Many of the guys I hang out with are straight, I know very few gay people. I've lived a closeted life and I'm new to the who gay scene.

Hanging out with straight guys isn't easy. It seems tough at times. One of my good friends is straight and I have a crush on him.

When I see him, it's hard for me to not melt or get excited. So badly do I want to tell him who I am and that I want him so bad. I'm afraid of loosing him as a friend, but I can't help the feelings that I have.

For now I leave it be, but it becomes more difficult all the time. I'm so confused at times. I know who he is and I try to be respectful of that. I don't know how much longer I can take this.

Greg