Asking the moon

Does it take greater courage to enter a state of renounciation, or renounce the right to do so? Is it more noble to love those you would otherwise hate, or evade the smoldering passion of both? Should seeking nascent attributes like courage and nobilty override our primal instincts, or do we owe a debt of authenticity to evolution? Need we discover the dynamics of our urge to categorize, and in so doing manufacture another category? Might non-existence trump existence instead, and in a cataclysmic swoop liberate us from our prison houses of infantile cognition?