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Dizzying Heights of Moral High Grounds

My absolute favourite dialogue from Schitt's Creek (which is also my most absolute favourite show) is when Moira Rose warns her husband, “ Be careful, John, lest you suffer vertigo from the dizzying heights of the moral ground .” I hear this dialogue and nod vigorously, every single time. Is it just me or has our need to take moral high grounds increased? There's a sudden pressure to take a stand on everything. God forbid, you are indifferent to something. Oh by the way, you don't just have to not be indifferent , you also have to share the exact same high ground with everyone with the exact same opinion. Logically speaking, I see two problems with this amazing situation we find ourselves in. First Problem:  The higher the moral ground you take, the higher the chances you will fall off it.  True for anything physical. True for anything philosophical. Case in point - Someone taking a stand and saying, I am always environmentally conscious, will find themselves in various s
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