A
long time ago, Cecil Day-Lewis wrote a poem with the title Moral, and quoted A.N. Whitehead in an epigraph:
“Moral
education is impossible apart from the habitual vision of greatness.”
Envy, wrote the poet, downgrades the envious one, not the one who is envied. “The vision that keeps burning from/ Saintly trust, heroic deed,” is one that is necessary even though saints and heroes have not been perfect women and men. The poet concludes:
Accept
the flawed self, but aspire
To
flights beyond it: wiser far
Lifting
our eyes unto the hills
Than
lowering them to sift the mire.
Sadly, in the world today, the way to catch attention, become the star of a movement, possibly gain material benefits, is by attacking some respected name from the past, a person who, being dead, cannot defend herself or himself. The sorry condition of humankind at present, the constantly boiling cauldron of anger, hatred, violence even to the point of taking lives, is partly attributable to individuals having no steadfast commitment to an ideal, no goal to seek other than in the mire.
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