Nothing, over the years, has been more degrading to my morality and mental constitution than flattery. But then, I think, in the wide context of the universe, morality doesn’t make much sense. It’s sort of a human construction, one we’ve created in society, faced with each other, looking into black holes, blinding diamonds, of eyes, however they may be. Animals know no morality. I’ve seen it, those bouncy mountain lions digging their teeth into the flesh of bison. Of course, there’s also the possibility that they thought it out, but came upon the decision to sink their teeth into the bison’s flank in order to feed their hungry, hungry bellies.
It’s a tough point in life when every living being realizes that they have a hungry belly. THAT’S the immorality. It’s the realization that you have needs, that the pragmatic mental framework to which you’re bound, looking to the woods, or back upon the shining objects, requires resources from the planet, over, and over. And so you ask for favor, but that’s not who you are. Or is it?