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[takeitsleazy]

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[takeitsleazy]

"It's okay, but that's all I'd really say about frozen yogurt. That was the whole point of it being in the Neighborhood, really: that it was good, but it wasn't quite good enough to be perfect. Just good enough to pass."

He took a long, slow drink of the latte, particularly enjoying the way the foam stuck to his lips and how frothy it felt. "Mmh! This is coffee!" He said in surprise. "I've never had a coffee with foamy stuff on top like this. It's so fun!" A quick dart of his tongue cleared the foam out of the way for more serious conversation, and he leaned forward a little, eyes shining.

"But I'd be happy to discuss philosophy with you, Aziraphale. It's no good having all the knowledge Chidi taught me if I can't use it. Shoot!"

[blessedarethebookmakers]

"Something more like Purgatory, then. Which I've never been to. I'm not entirely sure it isn't a myth. But humans are so fortunate to have so many places to go. So many opportunities." He took a sip of the latte himself and closed his eyes. "Divine..."

"Oh well it's not philosophy as such. I've tried to get into it but I just... well I Kant." He grinned at his own pun, rather proud of it! Though he hadn't known Kant at all, and by all accounts had dodged a bullet there.

"Just a supposition really." He bolstered himself with another sip of coffee. "Suppose that, regardless of whether humans did good or bad in their lives-- were paragons or criminals-- saints or murderers-- they all ended up in the same place or situation when they died?"

[takeitsleazy]

Michael, however, had had so much Emmanuel Kant shoved at him that the pun was not only hysterical, but one he had made several times himself to little or no effect. For that alone, he laughed far harder than the joke seemed to deserve.

"That one never gets old," he beamed, then settled back to listen to Aziraphale's question, taking another nibble off his plate. He wiggled his shoulders a little in a silent happy food dance. The question itself was one he'd had a decent amount of experience with and plenty of time to think about, all things considered, so it didn't take him long at all to answer, though he chose his words with care.

"Regardless? Well, I'd think it could mean a couple of different things, depending on how you looked at it. I mean, if you wanted to be a total Debbie Downer about it, you could be like Nietzsche and say that nothing anyone did in life really meant or amounted to anything ... or you could say that it was proof that everyone was equal in the end, and the bad being in the same place as the good was their chance to learn how to better their souls, so the afterlife could still be, effectively, a Good Place."

[blessedarethebookmakers]

He couldn't help but giggle at the appreciative laugh. He did so love Michael's sense of humor. The silent happy food dance also added to his good mood. It was rather whimsical and childlike without being cloying.

Though the good feeling faded a bit when the supposition began.

"As to the second," Since the first was too nihilistic to contemplate. "It seems like it would just be a continuation. There was a chance to make the world better in life, so to make the afterlife better-- for what reason? What motivation could you possibly have? You'll just be there...for eternity. No reward to look forward to. It's so disturbing."

[takeitsleazy]

"No reward?" Michael tilted his head, feeding his train of thought with another bite of pancake as he let it run. "But good deeds should be done regardless of what any anticipated or received reward should be, shouldn't they? Otherwise they aren't truly good. They're - what's it called - moral dessert."

[blessedarethebookmakers]

"True, but think of it from an outside perspective. Consider, Eleanor does a good thing, a good deed. But in the end it isn't acknowledged. She gets no good from it. She may even get bad from it. In the end, it amounted to nothing. There seems to be no justice. It seems most unfair, that system." He was so bent out of shape about it that he couldn't even think to eat at the moment.

[takeitsleazy]

"No, no..." He held up his hands. "I'm not saying there shouldn't be a reward at all! I'm just saying that if people do good things because they expect the reward ... not just because they're good things that ought to be done, not just out of actual goodness ..." He stumbled a bit, realizing that he was on the verge of screwing this up. He held up a hand to stall for a moment.

"What I'm trying to say is ... yes, let there be a reward. But let the motives for being good be taken into consideration just as much as the good itself."