Fang Zheng felt that the word "moe" was truly one of humanity's greatest inventions.
Just as the Goddess of Order had said, you couldn't fix an inherent noun-concept within chaos. Terms with clear referents, such as "beautiful," "cute," "obedient," "kind," and "just," simply wouldn't work. Strictly speaking, it was like trying to install an Intel CPU onto an AMD motherboard. If you insisted on forcing it in, the result would definitely be both sides wrecked beyond repair.
But moe was different.
It had no specific direction, yet it was indeed a concept!
So moe!
Many times, the feelings in one's heart could be described with this word.
But what exactly were those feelings? That wasn't necessarily certain.
The only thing that could be confirmed was that the word "moe" represented the most beautiful and tender part within everyone's heart.
This was completely different from words with fixed directions like justice, kindness, and even beauty.
When it came to justice, everyone had a different sense of justice deep down. Kindness was the same. What some people considered kindness might seem like sanctimoniousness to others, while the kindness some people upheld might appear cold and heartless to many. Beauty was the same. You couldn't expect humans and cats or dogs to share the same aesthetic standards. At the very least, humans certainly wouldn't judge potential mates by whether their fur was glossy.
Thus, concepts with designated directions would definitely produce all sorts of problems because of those differences.
But "moe" was different.
It worked the other way around. It didn't represent any specific concept; it represented that indescribable emotion that erupted when something struck deep within one's heart.
Cherishing and appreciating beautiful things!
Wait, someone might ask, then why wouldn't being moved or infatuated work? Those were emotions erupting from deep within