In a world where dynamism alters egos and principles in a man every second, where men divest in tenets that secure them from being devout to something natural, where humanity seeks reasons to be ignorant just to feel sly and intelligent were confronted with issues of morality. We can no longer be satisfied with being truthful incessantly, we can no longer be happy for the sake of empathizing, we can no longer be sympathetic in a world that beseeches us to be methodological, we can no longer be human when the invariable pretension has made us lose our ethicality forever we can only choose to be different moralists altogether. Succinctly we need a new morality.

Before we understand morality, we must distinguish a little confused, frazzled concept, a question rather what is humanity? It is a vicious question; it has always changed worlds and time, and it will continue, in a way that is self-righteous and regardless of any man. This is perpetual humanity.

Coming back to the question: what is humanity? A good look in the Thesaurus can befuddle geniuses. No, it is not benevolence, forbearance, benignity, piousness or any of that material bullshit scribbled besides it in Rogets. Helping a woman cross the street, praying with an earnest heart, being spiritual or virtuous is not humanity it is simply intention. Humanity and kindness have though a close kinship but they, by no means, are alike or least symmetric. So we remain with the question: what is humanity?

Allow me to explain. Imagine there is a solemn boy on the street. His hair is rangy and mangled due to the heavy soughing wind that flits against the sunset, and his eyes are corked with unconscious thought, a cruel oriented pensiveness. In this mood, he lifts his head towards the azure sky and smiles a little. Now, this particular unerring moment when he saw the sky he wasnt happy, he wasnt sad, he wasnt sacred or enthused or carefree or independent or loyal or kind or gentle. He was conveniently emotionless. For just that one single breath of moment, he was humane.

Humanity is about irrelevance, small or large. It is about not being an individual, even if for an instant. Humanity needs to feed on manly, ungodly morale. That is the sole reason why, truly, we must live shackled. That is the sole reason why we require a new morality.

Banality is uncommon.

To err is human.

Do not tell lies.

Smoking is injurious to your health.

Peer left, right and left again before you cross the road.

These were few of the unrelenting morals of a doctrine of human elemental mannerism, but as time elapsed, these eternal virtues have been deterred and demurred. They have been rendered useless by an unremitting growth of inborn propensity towards inexorable, irrevocable modernity. A modern world, its said, demands modern limits and a new kind of liberty. What is left segregated in a calloused, deformed morality.

The new morality issues a lot. It is specious at present, but vital and anon, shall be the only reason against the vice in virtue. It issues a man to be dominant, to rule his life, to control himself and to heed to every beckoning call of temptation, but however or whichever so path he unfurls to his perdition, he has but himself to impugn. He is bound to the decision he makes with ideality as his independent chores towards his necessity, but there shall assail only his conscience and no other. He can assent with the wrong when he knows not the right, he can always misjudge the yes and the no from his choicest and deliberate profanity, but the repercussions are his and only his in indulgence. He can be irate, indiscreet, inane, morbid, gruesome, extravagant, kind, benevolent, considerate, loving but he is not meant to be optimistic or regard himself with the expectation that is supposedly verdant without the earning. He can love and befriend but to the extent that he knows that his intention can be met. He is at ease to be careless with emotion but if he wishes to provide it without innocuous grace, he is meant to be alone to deal with the vicissitudes. He can be extraordinary with the only exception that he is omniscient and ubiquitous else he can be trite and prosaic like the rest of us. He, if endowed with great gifts, is or must be a leader, for the need of one is indispensably great and indefatigable. He can be remorseful to the ills he has caused to a smaller world and be impertinent if the remorse if for humanity at large. In society, he must not express fairly, he must always be discomfited and serene, he must never be expletive in pretension and he must acknowledge absolutely nothing except his own gaiety and revelry; he is bound to do so if he wishes to simply be, to have a countable subsistence. He can be human, only and only if he wishes to be one

This is the new morality. These are the commandments. This is our epochal tryst. This is what well have to resort to, one day sooner maybe. This is simply, being irrelevant and non-individual for the sake of being human, for the sake of being humane. For the sake of being alive.