Aesthetically, our best choice, the most just, is a good life and a kind death.
Truth is easily buried, yet is distinguished by it's luster as separate as the diamond is from the dung hill.
Where did we get those ten commandments?
Laws written by the finger of God on tablets of stone, broken by Moses.
Our history evolved from these broken laws, these books so defective and doubtful, that it seams vain to attempt this small inquiry into it's tricks.
There is more knowledge than can ever be read, yet society stands fast to this absurd biblical dogma.