As Di Tou got further and further carried away by the viewpoint, the small and inconcequential voice in the back of his head warning him that this was wrong and became quieter and quieter, before becoming louder and louder. Only this time around, instead of protesting his change in mentality, it was advocating for the viewpoint instead! Looking at this from a broader lens, it was clear that the way that humans saw things was far too limited.
Good, evil…
Kindness, cruelty…
In the broad sense of things, what did it matter? The most vicious blood feud would fade in a thousand years, the most heinous crimes would be forgotten in a million. Before the magnitude of the world, all things were like ants building castles.
Each grain of sand was a monumental improvement worth celebrating, but to the world it was but a gust of wind away from fading away into the depths of time. How little it all meant!
