A fictional scenario: " Logic vs emotion"
And what of it? It was but an action. An action made by one who can make such actions. An arbitrary action made by a gene-preserving creature in a meaningless world, forced by virtue of my existence to remain until my body so perishes.

Let me hear no more talk of it! Nay! For what is good and bad but a measure brought to control the unruly mass that is humanity. A measure that changes over time so that foolish men muse over those before them, ignoring the implausibility of their own system.

I will have no more mention of it! All we have to look forward to is nothing. Nothing is the future. What mark could a simple action have upon anything; what mark could all actions have, when the one perpetrating them shall soon make the final exeunt from one form of insignificance to the pinnacle of it?

Please, I beg, say no more of it! Cease, stop, I plead! Cannot you understand how ridiculous our situation is? How pointless and useless we are?

Who can judge me for it? No-one. The sky now lies empty of the imagined gods of yore. Prayers stay unanswered, like heartfelt letters sent to the house of a dead man. All I do is but a useless gesture, far too pathetic to even bear consideration.

Yet, you still speak. Avoiding logic, reason and defeat. How can you still speak? You listen not and still you speak. O, my weary heart; why? Why do you cause me to weep?