A Light in the Darkness of Knowledge.

Today, as I was driving back home, I turned down the side street that my apparent is located on. This side street is also adjacent to a city park, and a river, making it the hang out place for a large number of adolescents. One young man was walking back with an inner tube slung on his shoulders. As I was in an air conditioned car, and he was in the heat, I stopped so he could cross the street with out having to wait for me on the hot asphalt. I was angered when, with his jaw stuck out in the half sideways cocked expression that could only come from the self important arrogance of youth; he ambled along at a deliberately slow pace, half pretending that he did not seem me, all the while getting some small pleasure from the simple notion that he was in my way. I am sure many of my readers have experienced this before.

My annoyance quickly subsided however, as I began to see this small man for what he was: a man who wanted to rebel, but had nothing to rebel against. In a world saturated with post-modernity, where all is subjective at best, meaningless at worst and above all else with out order, he has nothing to lash out against. A society that has no great ideals can have no great rebels.

And yet there he was, a small man, panning for gold, but only finding Fool’s Gold. But when Fool’s Gold is all you get, you might as well keep it; at least shinny, and it if you have enough of it, the other fool’s you keep in your company will begin to think you are very rich.

“Studying the history of ethics is like growing up and entering a serious adult conversation that has been going on for a long time.”

–Peter Kreeft