Karma is an illusion. "Fairness" is a human concept (though other species certainly have at least some sort of analogous concept; this is blindingly obvious in canine play. Watch some cute little baby wolfie puppy videos, and try telling me with a straight face that those animals have no concept of fairness) which emerges from the need to categorise behaviour at least roughly as "good" and "bad". Note in passing that the circuits within the brain that respond to unfair behaviour are the same circuits which respond to faecal odours, and pause to consider how this metaphor permeates right through every culture.
Also note how the pain-regulatory system is co-opted to produce a feelgood sensation -- literally a hit of the body's own, homebrew smack -- as part of the instinctive response to performing an act beneficial to others at some non-negligible risk to one's own self, and pause again to consider that visceral feeling of being wronged; the descent of the
red mist, and the desire to inflict physical pain upon the perpetrator of the injustice. If you look at it through eyes connected to a visual processing system that has evolved to be excellent at recognising apparent patterns even where none exist intentionally, and average it out over long enough, random events do appear to be "fair"; but that's only because the total amount of shit -- see what I did there? -- both random and intentional being distributed does tend to work out more or less the same amount per person. The shit that happens to you is unrelated in any mathematical way to the amount of shit you are causing for other people, but it doesn't seem that way when you catch some shit yourself after flinging shit around.
And it's
precisely because fairness is an entirely human concept , that we
should work towards it as a noble goal in its own right. Just because there is nobody actually telling us what to do, is no reason not to do the right thing anyway -- in fact,
because it is right is arguably a much better reason for doing something than
because someone told me. The former demonstrates that someone can think and reason for themselves; the latter gives me no such reassurances. I would be forever wondering,
What if someone told that person to kill me?
That can be a hard concept for some people to grasp, if they have been taught the other way around: some people seem to think that "right" and "wrong" do not exist without a God to determine which is which, and it is only the prospect of eternal damnation in Hell versus a Heavenly reward for good behaviour that is keeping them from murdering, raping and cheating their way through life. But, as Mark Lamarr said to Shabba Ranks on
The Word in 1992 (
Bloody hell, was it really 25 years ago?),
That's absolute crap, and you know it!
I grew up in a village, where people
talked. To each other, about each other, and usually with other others in each case. The men (it was the 1970s; things have got better since then) talked in the pubs, the women talked in the post office, the butcher's shop, the hairdressser's, the village hall, the bus queue, or wherever they were when they met. The kids they dragged around with them overheard every word with a kind of grim fascination that was only matched by a horror of ever becoming the subject of such a story, particularly by the third or fourth retelling as it seemed to get worse each time. And then the wives talked to the husbands when they were home together, and the cycle of gossip would be repeated the next day. The local newsagent,
if when -- she had eyes in the back of her head, that one --
when she caught kids nicking sweets, simply added the cost to their parents' paper bills. If the parents were smart, they would deal with it themselves; and if they weren't, well, she still got paid for the sweets, didn't she?
You could say we made
our own Karma, in those days .....