I am about to do the unthinkable, hypocritical.

Fear drives decisions like these, but so does love.

Love is the great mechanism of ideas, spinning them out with a clockwork that never ceases.

Some unthinkable ideas become conditionally thinkable, like rationing through a war and near-gluttony through peace.

Unthinkable is startlingly sincere, when it is realized that there is a realm in which everything is different and good.  Superior to some, inferior to others, but in reality it is all based on reasoning.  Not ethics, not philosophy, just penetrating personal ideals.  Ideals can change like the passing of the sun from east to west.