We all would like to think we know the Truth.

About what is good and bad, about what to eat, about who to vote for and what to spend money on, about whether to smoke or quit, or use Facebook or quit. Who to declare the next war on.

But in fact, we know nothing.

Not what consciousness is.

Not even what Light is, or Darkness.

The knowing, and the truth, and the knowing of truth …

All are mostly made of guesses, prejudices, self-interested illusions, and other assorted forms of bullshit.

And yet.

I am still pretty sure that genocides are inhuman.