Ramen: A Morality Tale

Often, odd thoughts strike me, and I followed one a way tonight.  As I was cooking up my Ramen noodles, I thought, "The world would be a better place if everyone only ate Ramen."  Knowing that they are inexpensive, and provide me with some sustenance, I figured that would be the answer to hunger and poverty.  Then I realized that many people eat it differently than I do.  That difference then would lead to dislike, hatred, and bigotry.  From there, wars would break out.  Perhaps that's a jump for some, but it leads to the base emotion of humanity:  right.  I am right.  I have rights.  When anyone feels those, there's cause for concern.  Whenever someone feeling those asserts their will, others have to respond.  Hitler thought he was right.  Mussolini and Castro thought they were right.  I suppose that wherever humans are, there will be a disposition toward this type of action from those who can't parse through the knowledge that we are all here together, and should find a way to co-exist.  It's just sad to me that emotions and actions can stem from something so simple.

There's always a choice, brother,

j