I know the difference between right and wrong. I understand the rules. But today I feel that the rules have been blurred, because today they were literally on my front doorstep.

I don't believe there's two sides to every story. It's black and white. There's right and wrong.

Right is right even if no one is doing it; wrong is wrong even if everyone is doing it.

So far, about morals, I know only that what is moral is what you feel good after and what is immoral is what you feel bad after.

Right and wrong is a matter of perspective.

Ought one to surrender to authority even if one believed that that authority was wrong? If the answer was yes, then I knew that I would always be wrong, because I could never do it. Then how could one live in a world in which one's mind and perceptions meant nothing and authority and tradition meant everything? There were no answers.