Choice

Still on the metaphysical broodings in which I have been revolving these past few days
(and at the same time winking at granieri whilst keeping myself to myself and maintaining an intellectual log rather than a personal one)
, I found myself thinking of how hard it is to depart from the language questions that have been haunting me
(less metaphorical and more literal)
as I try to find examples of people who gave up their native language and other that endured, so I can feel good about myself and at the same time recriminate myself for what I chose.
It would be much easier not to choose, if the choice was made by some other entity but myself or if there was no possibility of choice
(for ignorance as bliss is also a path but a path that)
. At the same time, the not choosing, or the not knowing that a choice could be made was limiting my freedom
(for freedom walks hand in hand with the ability to choose)
. The choice I have is neither wrong nor right, for putting it in terms of right and wrong is bringing a moral judgment where one is not required or needed
(and according to nietzsche a moral judgment is never needed for we should be beyond good and evil and all morality evolves from religion regardless)
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