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Personal Value System

"I am an animal, you see that. I don’t have the words, they didn’t teach me the words. I don’t know how to think, the bastards didn’t let me learn how to think. But if you really are...all-powerful...all-knowing... then you figure it out! Look into my heart. I know that everything you need is in there. It has to be. I never sold my soul to anyone! It’s mine, it’s human! You take from me what it is I want... it just can’t be that I would want something bad! Damn it all, I can’t think of anything, except those words of his... ’HAPPINESS FOR EVERYBODY, FREE, AND NO ONE WILL GO AWAY UNSATISFIED!’"

This is the end of the book "Roadside Picnic" by Arkady and Boris Strugatsky.
Trying to bring light to the things that I value most in life, I confronted the same problem as Redrick had in the front of the magical sphere that granted all the wishes.
I didn't know what to say and the harder I thought the more difficult it became.
But then I was illuminated.

What I value most in life is FAIRNESS, in all its forms.
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