What if we didn't have to work at places and in situations in which we were forced to swallow our pride in order to keep (or advance in) our jobs?
In April of this year, Welsh international soccer star, Ched Evans, was sentenced to five years in gaol after being convicted of the rape of a young woman, who, in the words of the judge, was "extremely intoxicated" and in "no condition to have sexual intercourse."
Could it be that subconsciously you suspect that it's just wrong to do it -- wrong in a way that transcends your temporality? If not, you would sell your mother's corpse so that it can be made into pet grub?
As I saw outrage ripple through the media and the public, I realized that we were witnessing a textbook example of the two different kinds of morality.
To increase the force of the moral brain, we cannot simply bolster our conviction. Fighting the "negative" side of ourselves often gets us the very thing that we dread.
