Tim Aeus
08-28-2012, 09:30 PM
This is the first thing I've written in some time. Probably the first thing I've ever written that wasn't assigned to me. It's simply the result of a conversation I had last night that got rather unnecessarily heated. Feedback is appreciated. Oh, and hello all.
In the course of human interaction, conflict is undeniably inevitable. There will come a time, in any exchange—between any partakers in said exchange—that invariably, the two or more partakers’ opinions will collide. And in such collision, is the catalyst for change.
It may be, in fact, that all opinions on the matter being discussed are invalid. It may also be that one or more persons hold a certain part of the truth, but not the whole truth. It may never be, however, that one individual grasps the entirety of the truth. This is only to say that Truth is ever elusive by nature; any attempt at defining Truth will be irrefutably incomplete. This is one truth that honest pursuers of wisdom will at one point ascertain: our World is incomprehensible. Therefore, every attempt to define some occurrence, or some being, in our World will be ineffectual. An attempt at such will be in ever need of revision.
All of this is not to diminish the importance, or I may say necessity, of conflict. It is a necessity for one to develop opinions about the World. Without such opinions, we are as a ship without an anchor, free to float aimlessly and recklessly amongst harbors and vessels; or a sailor without a compass, lacking the watchful eyes of the heavenly stars above; we are indubitably and irrevocably lost. We will float, as driftwood floats, incessantly seeking shelter from the ocean of incertitude, locked in a perpetual tide of seemingly bliss ignorance.
But this bliss would only be a likeness of actual Bliss. It is a human manifestation of a state of being unattainable, and equally unimaginable, to any individual fortunate enough to be blessed with mortality. Thus, it is in our mortality that mankind is bestowed its’ opportunity for growth. Without our imperfect understanding of our Universe, we would lack the conviction required to better ourselves. And through this attempt, conflict is born.
Conflict is a gift. Through conflict, the lost sailor finds his bearing and corrects his trajectory; through conflict, we discover where to redirect our effortless pursuit of impartiality; through conflict, we are given the opportunity to tirelessly refute the presentation of fallacy, and in doing so correct the trajectory of other lost souls. One’s path is forever intertwined with the paths of individuals who either passively follow the signs and roadmaps set before them, or passionately pursue that which mortality only likens. When two paths intersect, those on the path endeavor to collaborate in order to arrive at their destination in a timely fashion. Much to the surprise of one, or perhaps both, of the travelers, inevitably their maps will not align. At this point most will fall into banter and belittling, making accusations and assumptions based on their own map, unwilling or incapable of deciphering the map of the other traveler.
The two depart, both to continue to live by that which is on the map that guides them. One of the travelers, a student of Knowledge, inexorably suffers from the persistent nagging of a being that is as real as it is unreal. The being pries into the mind of the student, forcibly exposing it to doubt and fear. The student behaves as any honest student of knowledge would, and pursues to reconcile the differences between his map and that of the other traveler. The other traveler, convinced of his ways, will curse whatever madness has stricken the poor soul that he just encountered. He walks away with a bitter taste in his mouth, not out of anger, but out of empathy. He pities the man that cannot see as he sees, and he wishes for the sake of the fool’s soul that he could guide him on the path of righteousness.
The wiser of the two is indeterminable. However, I will continue to live my life in a manner that is decidedly uncertain and admittedly foolish.
In the course of human interaction, conflict is undeniably inevitable. There will come a time, in any exchange—between any partakers in said exchange—that invariably, the two or more partakers’ opinions will collide. And in such collision, is the catalyst for change.
It may be, in fact, that all opinions on the matter being discussed are invalid. It may also be that one or more persons hold a certain part of the truth, but not the whole truth. It may never be, however, that one individual grasps the entirety of the truth. This is only to say that Truth is ever elusive by nature; any attempt at defining Truth will be irrefutably incomplete. This is one truth that honest pursuers of wisdom will at one point ascertain: our World is incomprehensible. Therefore, every attempt to define some occurrence, or some being, in our World will be ineffectual. An attempt at such will be in ever need of revision.
All of this is not to diminish the importance, or I may say necessity, of conflict. It is a necessity for one to develop opinions about the World. Without such opinions, we are as a ship without an anchor, free to float aimlessly and recklessly amongst harbors and vessels; or a sailor without a compass, lacking the watchful eyes of the heavenly stars above; we are indubitably and irrevocably lost. We will float, as driftwood floats, incessantly seeking shelter from the ocean of incertitude, locked in a perpetual tide of seemingly bliss ignorance.
But this bliss would only be a likeness of actual Bliss. It is a human manifestation of a state of being unattainable, and equally unimaginable, to any individual fortunate enough to be blessed with mortality. Thus, it is in our mortality that mankind is bestowed its’ opportunity for growth. Without our imperfect understanding of our Universe, we would lack the conviction required to better ourselves. And through this attempt, conflict is born.
Conflict is a gift. Through conflict, the lost sailor finds his bearing and corrects his trajectory; through conflict, we discover where to redirect our effortless pursuit of impartiality; through conflict, we are given the opportunity to tirelessly refute the presentation of fallacy, and in doing so correct the trajectory of other lost souls. One’s path is forever intertwined with the paths of individuals who either passively follow the signs and roadmaps set before them, or passionately pursue that which mortality only likens. When two paths intersect, those on the path endeavor to collaborate in order to arrive at their destination in a timely fashion. Much to the surprise of one, or perhaps both, of the travelers, inevitably their maps will not align. At this point most will fall into banter and belittling, making accusations and assumptions based on their own map, unwilling or incapable of deciphering the map of the other traveler.
The two depart, both to continue to live by that which is on the map that guides them. One of the travelers, a student of Knowledge, inexorably suffers from the persistent nagging of a being that is as real as it is unreal. The being pries into the mind of the student, forcibly exposing it to doubt and fear. The student behaves as any honest student of knowledge would, and pursues to reconcile the differences between his map and that of the other traveler. The other traveler, convinced of his ways, will curse whatever madness has stricken the poor soul that he just encountered. He walks away with a bitter taste in his mouth, not out of anger, but out of empathy. He pities the man that cannot see as he sees, and he wishes for the sake of the fool’s soul that he could guide him on the path of righteousness.
The wiser of the two is indeterminable. However, I will continue to live my life in a manner that is decidedly uncertain and admittedly foolish.