Tuesday, August 22, 2006

One of our own.

How cruel the fate of man? Left to his own devices, he works and strives for his own survival, as does the humble plant or the peaceful dove.

But let us not forget the redness of nature - that fires consume the silent forest, that talons rip feather from flesh, that treachery lurks at every turn.

Such is the way things work - a natural revolution of fate and circumstance.

But man! Oh interesting visage of defiance! He would not fall to nature! He would not allow the redness to taint him. Instead he would order his own paint!

Weakness - the fuel for the fire of life, the pre-existing catalyst for evolution, the building block of progress. Man saw his own, and sought to eradicate it.

For his armor, he built walls. For his helm, towering buildings that serrate the skies. For his pace, he made cars. For his freedom, he conquered the skies with metal bastions.

For his survival, he works.

"Productive work is the central purpose of a rational man's life, the central value that integrates and determines the hierarchy of all his other values. Reason is the source, the precondition of his productive work - Pride is the result." - Ayn Rand

And for his pride, man sought destruction.

Born in creation's hands, man took heel to his peers and wandered the lower castes of the hierarchy of life, victim to passion and impulse; slave to instinct.

That weakness was identified. That weakness was decimated.

Man soon found a new purpose - his existence. Self-worth overcame his primal urges and preservation followed suit. It was the beginning of an ideal, and it dug a grave for his soul.

Like all ideas, man's ideal of existence grew by leaps and bounds. He sought out being and from it derived pleasure and purpose. From the luxurious mansions of gold and silver came his Kingdom of Man-made Heaven.

Man wanted up, and he made that his Reason.

"I think, therefore I am." - Descartes

The functional purpose of a man is to think, to create a mountain range of ideals and impose his will upon his peers, the nation and ultimately, the world. he would change the clockwork of life and bend its steel to his whim.

Thought birthed Reason and Reason fathered Productive Work and Pride. Pride made History, Present and Future.

But when Reason is for Reason's sake, all that man made of himself is a redundant mess of chaos and destruction.

"For every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction." - Issac Newton

An increasing cost for material substitutes the decreasing value for morality; man works, man makes, and man gets.

Man loses as well, but he doesn't realize that loss until his soul lies empty with the purpose that he created. He chose to ignore his bankruptcy of morality and its cry for help.

I am not discounting the need for material progression, but to those who strokes the wolf of Thought, beware the fangs of Reason.

For hands who feed are often bitten.

1 comment:

ikan bilis aka sharry said...

wahhhh... brother... very cheam. Me no understand :(