I believe in the isotropicity of consciousness.
I can’t prove it. I can’t prove that anyone outside of me has a conscience. But I can’t disprove it either. So until that enlightening moment, when my epistemophilia is climactically satisfied, I will extend humanity the benefit of the doubt.
By extent, you, my dear reader, you have a conscience.
Thus, the sole factor that separates the white male supremacist from the black woman is chance. Both are manifestations of their circumstance. Both are victims of probability.
Not only that, but I believe in your evolutionary ability to adapt your thoughts to your environment. I believe that if I had the same genetics as you, the same upbringing as you, the same experiences as you, the same education as you, the same mentality as you, then I would be you.
And the only reason I am not you is probability.
Thus, the sole factor that separates the white male supremacist from the black woman is chance. Both are manifestations of their circumstance. Both are victims of probability.
Hereby the Maverick 