People are more partial to be right. Being right feels good. Being wrong, otherwise. &this is deliberately by design. The human unfolding celebrates being right &criticises being wrong. Our hunting ancestors tracking hounds from the tall bushes who said ”that’s a predator, let us flee &retreat,” had a better chance of passing on their genes than the heedless who said “no, it’s just a big dog with a terrible overbite”. In other words, wrong=death. If you’re wrong enough, you get excused from the planet. This vindicates why it’s almost not possible to change people’s judgements. In order to have a shift in perspective, one must first acknowledge being wrong. In most cases, that is extremely hard to do. Human history is filled with people who choose to provoke unbelievable mass destruction rather than consider the probability that they’ve miscalculated a circumstance. Which is why I fear for what lies ahead. None of us are willing to be wrong. The very thought of it is exceedingly difficult to believe. Unless, of course, some Enlightened Soul came along &proposed a substitute to the polarity of right &wrong; more desirably the idea of neither. A midriff that influence peace, serenity&joy. &if we were again to use history as a model, we would most likely pronounce the Enlightened Soul was wrong, then we would kill him, then we would worship him, then we would kill anyone who didn’t agree that ours was the true faith. Which would permit us to be… yeap, you got it… righteous.