As scions of historicity we have our virtues.
We are selfless, brave, modest, self-restrained, devoted and patient.
Our sense of ‘taste’, though, may be distorted.
That which is complete and mature in every culture…
That which is noble in works and men might still be beyond us.
Can we glide with our cultural heroes over halcyon seas?
Do our eyes respond in kind to that glint of cold perfection
which gleams out from the golden shore?
Are we not halted in our tracks by those traces of the miraculous
that occasionally greet us from our hidden depths?
Ultimately, it is measure that defeats us.
Our yearning is for the infinite.
Like the rider on a spooked steed
we let go of our grasp on the reins
when faced with the infinite.
Our state of bliss
now resides in hazard.
All modes of thought which attribute value
according to pleasure and pain
reveal themselves as shallow.
That we should aim at well being as a state
rather than as an end seems preposterous in the extreme.
History itself might indicate a different course
given its insistence on having raised us
to our heights through the great suffering of tumultuous events.
To pit… pity for the creature
against the pity of a creator
is not a teaching for the faint hearted…
But then, pleasure, pain and pity…
There are much deeper things at stake.
The common man.
What moves them?
As a rule we find that whatever it is
it is not that which moves the ‘higher type’,
whose words and actions elicit only a mild curiosity
or amazement and are easily and quite readily dismissed.
There have been thinkers capable of lending this public bewilderment
a seductive and somewhat mystical other-worldly expression without
thereby stating the bald truth of its relevence and pertinence, nay necessity!
In particular, self-less acts of love
are profoundly misrepresented and misunderstood.
Whoever really sacrifices,
sacrifices something of themselves
in order to receive something more of themself.
Beware the moral tactician,
with his subtle discriminations…
One slight ‘blunder’
on our account
and we are forever branded…
Fit for slander
and the most insidious
of derogatory asides,
despite his patronage!
Blessed are the absent minded,
for they shall make an end of it.