The Nature Of Evil

Mark Alger, a regular reader and commenter here of late, has some provocative notions regarding the nature of evil, the proper perspectives required to recognize and confront it, and what is and is not justified in seeing evil defeated. I happen to agree with him up to a point, our differences being subtle, but important. You might enjoy reading his piece while I organize my own thoughts on the matter.

On War

Dean Esmay posted an article titled Why Iraq? where he pointed to an article by one John Weidner that he felt presented a fair summary of why those who favored invading Iraq felt that it was the correct thing to do. I posted the following comment in Mr. Esmay’s article:

I was and do remain a supporter of the war to liberate Iraq. My reasons are various and not all in accord with Mr. Weidner’s list, though I have no substantive quibbles with any of his points. My own belief is somewhat more stark, and not to the liking of most peoples.

I believe the free world has a moral obligation as well as a political imperative to rid the world of these pestilent little death camps. Should you Americans elect to raise an army ten million strong and carry freedom to the world on the point of a bayonet it would stir me to such emotion that I would seek to join you on that crusade. I do not say such things lightly.

The moral obligation is that of a people who enjoy the fruits of freedom and prosperity. The political imperative is simply this: you are running out of time.

A day later, the following arrived in my e-mail from Mr. John Van Laer:
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An Observation

One thing I have learned over the past few centuries: there is no situation so dire that chocolate cannot make it better.

John Kerry

This post began as a comment. Then as such things often do it grew into something a tad too wordy for the comments section. The posts the prompted this may be found at Dean’s World and The Moderate Voice. Note that this deals with politics (sigh); so do move on if this is not your cup of tea.
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Morning in Boston

I awoke in late morning to the sound of rain lashing against the windows. There was a body next to me, warm and strong, breathing in the gentle cadences of deep sleep. Disorientation set in for a moment for there had been so much the night before of drinking and dancing and conversation… I could not recall his name.
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It Is Late And I Cannot Sleep

It is worst at night, when I am alone with my thoughts and memories. In this house, this place so rife with ghosts and history… I lie abed at night and the weight of it presses upon me. The desire to flee and make this just another foolish endeavour now abandoned is overwhelming.

I cannot succumb to this. There are challenges before me, things I not only expected, but also embraced, desperate in my desire to see them made nothing. This urge to flee and bury who and what I am in yet another name of convenience- that is the poisonous addiction of the past. I must not remain there for the weight of it, the accumulated fear, guilt and loneliness of it shall crush me. Down that path lies naught but the madness of despair.

These are but the tiniest sample of the thoughts plaguing me in the night, denying me the peace of sleep and the contentment of being in my old home. What to do when darkness and history conspire to rob you of the surcease of sleep?

We visit the blogroll. I keep several sites over there on the left hand side of this site, and each is there for some reason or another. I do not often take the time to visit them all, but I do stop by on occasion.
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Reality Intrudes…

I returned to Boston to deal with certain matters. What did I find in my mail?

A summons: Jury Duty.

I could set this aside easily as I am transferring my permanent residence to Pennsylvania, but I find myself intrigued. I have never done this before. I doubt I would be selected for it seems to me that the attorneys involved would seek to eliminate anyone who appears too serious regarding this obligation; however, simply experiencing it intrigues me.

In three weeks we shall see.

100 Things About Me

This was more fun than I had thought it might be-
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Save The World

Mr. E Poet has done me a grave injustice, positing a question near and dear to my heart and then failing to have me note it until I was ready to depart on the little adventure mentioned the other day. I am not one prone to immediate reaction or quick reply; however, in this case I have many, many years of rumination to fall back upon.

Is the world worth saving? Are the people of the world worth saving?

I am a strong believer in the interconnectedness of things, both in physical terms and in the more metaphysical sense. I view mankind as a whole, even though I must perforce deal with individuals at every turn, and as such I feel there is something worthwhile in the species. The climb up from ignorance and savagery has been breathtaking to behold and I have noted before that I see such things as more than a manifestation of the genetic imperative. I strongly believe there is a destiny that awaits mankind should the race survive to attain it.

Beyond that simple statement, the issue becomes rather more complex. The realities of the calculus of human interaction are brutally direct: some prosper, others do not. This is true of what I like to refer to as social processes of evolution as well: some societies prosper and others do not. Some societies are sick and they evince symptoms of that sickness in various ways. Corollary to that, and in concert with Mr. E’s commentary, healthy societies carry symptoms of sickness and sick societies show signs of health. Nobody has yet defined a Law of Nature whereby determining one from the other is required to be simple and straightforward. Such realities are grist for those who work the mill of “the world is going to hell” with such gusto.

I make my judgments based on samples, both of those I meet daily and those I encounter through their on-line personalities. I troll nightclubs and libraries for more than sex and good reading. I have no burning need for classes in symbolic logic or “Physics for Poets”, nor am I driven to sweat away at exercise clubs for my health, rather I make these efforts as a means to understanding. I go to yard sales, AA meetings, poetry readings, rock concerts, churches, grocery stores, shopping malls… in short, any place where people do the things that make up daily life. When taken by the notion to feel the pulse of society I wallow in those places people frequent rather than looking exclusively to news and journals and commentaries. I ask no pointed questions, take no surveys, and offer no carefully provocative opinions. I merely listen, remember, and ponder.

What do I take from all of this? Simply that to ask if the world is worth saving is the wrong question. The world will go forward regardless. Society will evolve in to what it will, directed by the ebb and flow of its peoples and their own sense of culture. If one is moved to ?save the world’ one should do what comes naturally. Some are driven to take an active role in those endeavours they feel best suited to making the world around them a better place to live in, be it a cleaner world, a safer world or a world of greater wealth and plenty. Others are motivated to turn those energies inward, concentrating on family and locale. Saving the world can be as simple as raising your children to be critical thinkers who are aware of their own connection to those about them.

What will be saved? Humanity is moving towards something. That this something is difficult to define is immaterial as the process moves forward apace regardless. It is simplistic to see segments of the world’s populace in desperation and proclaim human society a failure: evolution of societies, just like evolution of species, often leaves wreckage in its path. To witness such and be moved to ameliorate suffering is noble. To witness such and proclaim humanity a failure is foolish. To witness such and demand that successful societies be reduced to penury in an attempt to enforce some ephemeral form of equality of outcome is worse than foolish, it is criminal. It is treason against the species.

This history of human evolution is littered with the remnants of failed experiments. The predecessors to Cro-Magnon man did not settle in to sleep one night and awake upon the morn a new species. The evolved, improved Man slowly drove out and destroyed the creature that had come before and Mother Nature, were it such a cohesive entity, shed not a tear in the passing. Throughout history the societies created by Man have each preyed upon the weaker, less dynamic structures that predated them. The United States of America is an indisputable example of just such a phenomenon- a society seemingly designed to draw in the best, brightest, most driven and adventurous souls from the world over and forge them in to a somewhat unified entity that has grown in a virtual eye-blink in to the most materially, militarily and culturally powerful nation on Earth. If this sounds like cheerleading for the American experiment, well, to a degree it is, but I am uniquely disposed towards understanding that what exists today is in itself temporary- something will evolve out of the United States of America, or it will be supplanted by a more dynamic, more efficient, more driven society in the future.

In the science of Humanity little, if anything, is permanent.

Save the world by living in it and doing what you feel driven to do. Save the world by raising your children to be thinking, critical beings. Save the world by drawing bright lines to proscribe what is tolerable and what is not, and enforce them. Save the world by never losing hope, by refusing to surrender to those forces that whisper defeat and despair. Beyond that, the world and the people in it will carry on without you, perhaps even despite you, moving along paths determined by forces we can only dimly perceive and merely pretend to understand.

One final warning: beware those who purport to have all of this figured out, for they are lying, or deluded, or both.

Vacation

I am going to New York for a couple of weeks, perhaps a month at most. This is primarily for lawyer business and money matters, but also a little recreation. There is a nightlife in Harrisburg, honestly, but it leaves something to be desired if you are prone to very late nights. A city that never sleeps is more to my liking when I am in the mood for the more carnal diversions I enjoy.

I shall not be posting again until I return.