The one thing I constantly think about is our conscience. I had believed it came from role modeling, lessons in cause and effect, empathy, you know the life around us. Then I was a teacher in a toddler class and I noticed how these bitty people before doing something they knew they shouldn't, most always looked to see if I was watching them before they did it. Now if they were angry, their emotions took charge and they didn't look they just hit, grabbed or whatever to get what they wanted.I don't think we will ever run out of amazing things to ponder. And I don't need a mystery to ponder either. Even though I understand plate tectonics and fault block mountains, I ponder over why that part of nature has such an effect on me. Others have told me that this makes me spiritual, but I don't see it that way. I just know that my knees get weak, and my heart seems like it's been given a hypodermic full of gratitude, and that experience has not subsided in intensity during my life.
By looking at me first told me they knew it was wrong but they needed either to see if they could get away with it or needed the lesson of getting caught to confirm if it was right or wrong. So I argue with myself whether we are born with that sense of right/wrong or is it really
taught to us. That I think about more then why/who/ where/how the universe came to be.
It won't change my life or those around me knowing which it is or how it came to be, but this is my go to my grave thing I think will always be.