Am an introvert by personality. I find comfort in solitude, during which I engage myselft with mental activities like reading and research or learning something new.
Within my introverted state lies a melancholic temprament, a characteristic mostly associated with thought, sensitive thoughts. This simply means that I get very sensitive thoughts when am alone, certain thoughts that makes me question our psychology as humans.
Have you ever had this thought about how we came to know everything we know? Like how do we know red is actually red and not white. What makes us think black is for mourning and white for celebrations? Why do we believe right is right and not wrong is right?
Is there any possibility of a parallel or completely opposite world out there with people whose behaviors deviates from our morals standards and also contradicts our moral conscience? Do they mostly cry when they are happy and laugh when they are sad?