by Just Looking, Thanks » Mon Jan 12, 2009 12:49 pm
Mr. Perfect? Aw, shucks. Such flattery makes me blush. Stop it. Please. You’re much too kind. (As for the horse: Don’t have one. Like you, I drive a car.)
It’s not perfection I seek - in myself or anyone else. Only a bit - a tiny crumb - of consistency. Of course, a foolish consistency is the hobgoblin of little minds - for example, continuing to affirm a set of values while in practice neglecting them is rather silly. You are quite correct, however, in pointing out that we all share this trait to varying degrees.
As for our differing views concerning the Al Gore Memorial Superhighway: I’m afraid we’ll just have to agree to disagree. You see the internet as a treasure trove of valuable information. I see it, like television, as simply a vehicle in which bullshit can travel at the speed of light. C’est la vie.
You say that the average American doesn’t give an aerial fornication about virtue and honesty. Not having seen an average American (or an average anything, for that matter) I couldn’t say. I only know that I don’t.
Surprised? Not when you consider that honesty is what others tell you that you should have so that they can more easily behave dishonestly toward you. Not when you are called upon to be virtuous so that those who require this of you may more easily hand you a raw deal. (Then again, they get whatever it is they want, and you get the emotional satisfaction which comes from believing that you’re a martyr or a saint; so I suppose it’s an equitable transaction after all.)
This is not to say that I don’t have any personal standards - a “code of honor”, if you will. It’s just that I’m keenly aware that it wouldn’t really make any difference if I possessed one or not. I have long given up the myth that there’s an afterlife and that the gods will judge me for my actions here on earth, or that future generation will judge me. Future generations - if there will be any - won’t care one bit what I do or don’t do, nor should they. The globe will keep on spinning - with or without me.
Barring accident or infirmity, I suppose I have twenty, maybe twenty-five years of life left to me. After that, I am food for the worms. A hundred thousand years from now, you and I - and even the most famous people living today - will not even be a memory to whoever (or whatever) inherits this vale of tears. The thought that, in the long run, nothing matters, used to bother me a great deal. It doesn’t now.
When you get to the point where you realize that nothing matters, then you discover that everything matters now. You have today. You can enjoy it, or you can struggle though it, if that’s what makes you happy. But do it because that’s what you want to do - not because you feel you owe it to future generations or to a man with a long white beard who lives in the sky, or to some code that you think you should live by.
You can eat, drink, and be merry, or you can sympathize, empathize, and try to imitate the struggles of those who don’t have it as good as you do. Either way, it makes no difference in the long run. It only makes a difference to you. Today. Admit to yourself that your beliefs and your practices are, in the end, self-serving - simply a way to give your life meaning to yourself, and not because it will somehow “make a difference” - and you will find peace.
And that’s my rant. Depressing? Perhaps to you, but not to me. I am at peace.
Carpe diem. It’s all you can do.