It's a dangerous thing to be wedged between morality and sanity. You never know when you make decisions because it's purportedly good or when you've made a bad decision driven by a loss of sanity.

Being moral is a touchy subject we all like to avoid. Perhaps, few of us like to moralize and consider the ethical implications of our actions. Sensitive issues are often caught in the fine line and nobody can tell you that you're wrong and that they're right. It's either one or the other really, but no one can ever justify which is which.

Sanity brings forth unparalleled issues of morality, for it is inappropriate to question the morality of an insane individual and it too contravenes on one's moral principles to judge a man by his sanity. Who's to say we aren't all insane and that lone soul is lost in his bubble, searching for salvation and redemption for all us.

I say we are all buried in the sands of immorality and insanity. We have forsaken our principles and core values in the pursuit of all things coveted for, and in so doing, we have eroded both our morality and sanity. To kill is no longer an unscrupulous act or behavior; it is merely a (more extreme) means to an end.

But to what end.

Quite ironically, the end of ourselves. We end our morality, we end our sanity only to end up alone and in the end, does it really matter?

End is a funny concept. Many things are said to be an end and we still go on. Why are we always actively searching for means to ends? Should we not instead seek out means to yet another mean to another before we are ready to meet the end (if it is anything worth welcoming at all).

The end is always filled with negative connotations because behind its facade is a blur of immorality and insanity, merged into a convoluted mess.

We seek forgiveness in our insane actions, and justify sanity with immorality.

Such is the weakness of life.