Subscribe... In the works of his mind, man, the creator, survives.The question, then, is: are today's challenges so great that Western civilization is likely to collapse? My own view is, probably not. People are more adaptable than they think. Gas and food may be getting more expensive, but in the West, we have lots of room to cut back. The collapse of the housing bubble in the US is painful, but not damaging enough to threaten the stability of the banking system. Greenhouse gas emissions are difficult to combat because of the global nature of the problem, but the solution (carbon taxes) is well known, and the US is the only major holdout among the industrialized countries; that'll change soon, as both Obama and McCain are advocating action on the issue.
Yet why are those works a "monument more lasting than bronze," and why can their creator be confident that "on and on shall I grow, ever fresh with the glory of after time"? Because the man endowed with a creative mind knows himself to be a member in an unbroken chain emerging from the past and reaching into the future, which is made of the same stuff his mind is made of and, hence, is capable of participating in, and perpetuating, his mind's creation. He may be mortal, but humanity is not, and so he will be immortal in his works. ...
Man gives his life and death meaning by his ability to make himself and his works remembered after his death. Patroclus dies to be avenged by Achilles. Hector dies to be mourned by Priam. Yet if Patroclus, Hector, and all those who could remember them were killed simultaneously, what would become of the meaning of Patroclus's and Hector's death? Their lives and deaths would lose their meaning. They would die, not like men but like beasts, killed in the mass, and what would be remembered would be the quantity of the killed--six million, twenty million, fifty million--not the quality of one man's death as over against another's. Of their deeds, nothing would remain but the faint hope of remembrance in distant places. The very concept of fame would disappear, and the historians, the professional immortalizers, would have nothing to report. What had been preserved and created through the mind, will, and hands of man would be dissolved like man himself. Civilization itself would perish.
Perhaps in some faraway place some evidence would be preserved of the perished civilization and of the men who created it. Nothing more than that would be left of the immortality man had once been able to achieve through the persistence of his fame and the permanence of his works.
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Yet people in the second half of the 20th century managed to do things, build their lives, despite the Damocles' sword of instant violent death constantly hanging over them. Forget about what might happen next year; just worry about next week.
posted by nasreddin at 8:26 AM on July 9 [1 favorite]