The Earthquake on the Earth
Even after all these thousands of years, each generation that comes along keeps thinking there will be a new thing, a better ideal, a revelation, don’t they? The world doesn’t make sense yet, so there must be something more to be discovered.
Wouldn’t that be something? If all the ages of the past were full of darkness and misery just because the philosophy that cracks the code hadn’t been uncovered yet? And of course, mine will be the generation to decipher this mystery. No doubt we are the people, and wisdom will die with us.
The young are strong, and want to do great things, and stand apart from the gloomy masses on the earth. They want change, and no one can deny it’s a gaping need. The thing is, it always has been, and all the striving towards new philosophies has ended in the quagmire of old sins.
The great century that brought us jet engines and helicopters, brought us death camps and gas-showers. It gave us the band-aid and penicillin – and Aryan eugenics. It gave us a glorious civil rights movement – and abortion. The same era that gave us the radio and the air conditioner, and sliced bread itself, gave us the mushroom over Hiroshima and Nagasaki.
The truth is, all our imaginings of radical change fall short in one very crucial respect: we fail to recognize that the truth which is, always has been. The moral mandates that are, aren’t new.
What would be a really new thing, would be obedience.
“There is no new ideal imaginable by the madness of modern sophists, which will be anything like so startling as fulfilling any one of the old ones. On the day that any copybook maxim is carried out there will be something like an earthquake on the earth.”