Problems of Metaphysics in Ethics ~ Saturday, March 7, 2026

Problems of Metaphysics in Ethics

Perhaps notions of the self and non-self
reveals aspects of the west and the east
only resolved within philosophy
better to ask questions left on the shelf
left unresolved and uncertain, unknown
except as conjecture, G-d is a beast
maybe lightning will strike me dead, trophy
sky blue emptiness within mindfulness

objections to the rule cannot be shown
forsaken by community, the poor

Methodology as process theory
emptiness unlike clear blue skies, the floor
taken by the speaker, the world-weary
aspects of poverty, loving-kindness
potentially within community
how individuals decide their fate
yet chance remains beyond choices, voices
surface out of slumber, without pity
institutional racism, its face
classified, left hidden, to elevate
students beyond this world full of choices

interventions against hatred and greed
no one understands the effects replace

Equity with hierarchy and shame
troubles to overcome on the journey
honesty in business goes without blame
industrial nations on a tourney
compete to see who is the best, the need
suffering endures is a lack of wealth

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