I've quoted this before on this board, so excuse me for repeating myself, but it is one my emotional favorites because there is nothing more human than hope.
In this broad Earth of ours,
Amid the measureless grossness and the slag, 5
Enclosed and safe within its central heart,
Nestles the seed Perfection.
By every life a share, or more or less,
None born but it is born—conceal’d or unconceal’d, the seed is waiting.
When it comes down to it, the flip side of grossness and slag is perfection, so I don't have to quibble with it, but I think Whitman meant something else, something closer to what Ding is saying. When I put my mind to it, I have to ask, what is perfection? Sez who?
The perfect splitting of the atom that led to Little Boy?
Ding says all humans are born recognizing the virtue of getting along. So does Ricechickie. Where that concept of virtue comes from seems to be the catch.
So
ding , do you believe it is a universal truth beyond the human mind because it is universally recognized and worked toward? If it were a universal truth that it is born in us to follow, wouldn't we all be working toward it a little harder than we seem to do? If it were universal and immutable and inborn, it would be more like thirst or hunger, wouldn't it, something we automatically act on in our daily lives much more often?