Imagine a world entirely free of judgement.
The idealist in me jumps with joy at the prospect.
But the neurotic in me shudders at the notion of it. Fear of judgement stems from fear of isolation. Man is designed to feed off emotional connection and society shall forever precede him - self-validation seems to lie in the hands of our peers.
But without judgement and with the acceptance of every thinkable human action, this fear of isolation is gone. Imagine a perverse mind that can (and has already) gone to the extent of selling human foetuses as earrings in the name of art. What if this practice is accepted without judgement?
There shall probably be a growth of transgressive arts, but haven't we seen that already?
The neurotic in me questions whether the lines of morality and art will be blurred, more so how far will we go with our freedom of speech, thought, art? Far enough to display the darkest, maleficent side of our personality? The one that we fight to make us better humans, the one we bury within ourselves so as to not scare people away.