Rationality is our ability to reason. The two main types are instrumental and theoretical rationality.
Instrumental rationality is being able to think through how to best achieve our objectives. All conscious beings likely have it to some extent. A lot of it involves choices and priorities. For instance, most of us have more things we would like to buy than we have money to spend on them. Choosing wisely is a sign of rationality. Think about what you need, what you really want, and what you only sort of want. Impulse buying is irrational. Think about how to spend the money you have.
Rationality is often invoked in discussions of morality. S
We are Bigots because we know the law.
We are Terrorists because we say "God is Great".
We are criminals because we drink alcohol.
Where are our freedoms?+
Imagine You Chose This Life by Rogue-Ranger, literature
Literature
Imagine You Chose This Life
Imagine you are much more than your body, that you are a vast soul that exists beyond this physical existence.
Now imagine you could see this life before your soul entered your body. You knew every challenge and opportunity ahead of time. You chose a life based on potential that would help your soul grow.
For example, if you have a desire to be strong, you may choose to be weak in order to learn to appreciate and use strength wisely. If you have a desire to help others, you may choose to have struggles in your own life that help you relate to the struggles of others. Alternatively, if you want to become more selfish, you may choose to have
Resist
The depression from within
Resist
The feelings we can't grasp
Hide
Bury yourself underground
For sadness unapproved of
For ruptures in your soul
Resist
The wrongness of self-harm
Resist
The darkness and the fright
In the name of light
Glue on a painted smile
In the name of truth
That has been pre-written
Close your eyes
If all you see is night
In the name of love
Hate all your misery
Resist
The appetite for suffering
Resist
The thrill of death nearby
It is only madness
It's a sickness in your mind
Resist
To be more like us
Suffocate
The voices in your head
Resist
To be more like us
So pointless
So useless in my immortality
In deafening silence
I pray for swift destruction
A hole in the ground
An empty machine long forgotten
Life around goes by
To mock my cruel existence
So insignificant
So stripped of any consequence
Dead to the engineers
Of this bleak monstrosity
Alone in my wasteland
My every breath an effort lost
My every thought an echo
In ever dry eternity
Why do we long for something if we are not meant to have it?
Why do we desire for that which we have never had?
Do we truly know what it is we long for?
Is this faith? ... or is it folly?