Denying nature would mean denying the ability to evolve. It is part of nature, evolution. You sound like Dr. Breen from half-life, no offense.TaxiService wrote:That's what i mean. DENYING the nature of humans to become something better. WE'VE GOT TO EVOLVE!!!
This is really silly, and this is the last post I'll make on such matters, everything can be twisted to make another a bad guy (ex. Gov, God, Man) and the truth is yes, some are evil but it's not all black and white and things cannot be all good all the time. sacrifices need to be made sometimes for the greater good and it would be no different. You're speaking of rebelling against the nation, why? You aren't forced to live here, if you wish to create a new place to live, go do it.
Last thing I'll post is this. Try to listen to it yeah?
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you
But make allowance for their doubting too,
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream--and not make dreams your master,
If you can think--and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings--nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much,
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And--which is more--you'll be a Man, my son.
