Narrow sight

Today I was having a quiet bout with my conscience when, rahter unexpectedly, even for myself, I argued:

      "What have you done for me lately?"

A bit calloes, perhaps. I apologised, but my conscience had decided to sulk and threw the match, as it were. However, I was left wondering that, in retrospect, my would-be winning argument was inheritantely flawed. However much or little a conscience does, one is invariably left never knowing of it, for even if one can plainly see the effects of the options he's taken, one can never see an iota of the effects which any other option pertaining to the same decision would have had.

So now I wonder:

What good is having a conscience?
How much do you think it would go for on eBay?

Just wondering...

Pax vobiscum atque vale.

ArabianShark wonders what the voices of your respective consciences sound like. Mine sounds rather like... strawberries. You know, with cream.

1 comment:

robertcday said...

Polls! Howja do that then?
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