I really enjoy this current round of essays, gentlemen. Thank you. The thing that hits so hard is also so obvious that it's easy to miss. That is this; over time we moderns have brought lif down to its most base level. Life is now entirely what we can see, what we can obtain, and those methods of obtaining it. In the process many of us have missed out on life entirely.
The continuous harping in schools of "we know so much more now" is not as true as we would like it to be. But I begin to see it as the root of attempting to de-link ourselves from the wisdom of ages gone by. If that is accomplished then we are adrift and must invent a way forward as though there is no good precedent for doing so. At the same time we have the basic problems of safety and security. Hence, life becomes what see, what i want, & how to get it.
I graduated from high school in California in 1967. I grew up in a 1950’s type environment into the Summer of Love in San Francisco. It was a sensory and moral whiplash that sent many of peers into a terrible spiral of sex, drugs and rock and roll. I kept myself from falling into the abyss as I was very career oriented, focused on my grades, and worked 3 jobs to pay tuition and living expenses. I frankly couldn’t afford to mess around. Nonetheless, it was a tough time to navigate and feminism (which I quickly realized was not about just equal pay for equal work) managed to wreck its havoc on both men and women.
I have contended, for some years, that my husband's and my sexual connection is the physical expression of a spiritual covenant, made before God. Yes, I was in high school when culture started to fall apart in the 60's. Yes, in college, a women's college, I felt as though I was the only girl on campus having a serious boyfriend, who was a virgin. Both husband and I held onto that state until wedding rings were on our fingers. I believe, though I do not know, that my two married daughters can say the same.
C.S. Lewis's _The Allegory of Love_ is worth reading. His thesis is that what we think of as romantic love being the driving force behind marriage is fairly new, considerably less than a thousand years old.
It has been some years since I read _The Allegory of Love_, but I believe that Lewis would say the marriage ideal is one man and one woman, married for life, to provide for a family of children and mutual support. Affection between a man and his wife is an expectation, is certainly viewed as a positive by the couple and those around them, but it is not strictly necessary and love (or more properly infatuation) is probably a bad foundation to build a marriage on.
Why do we in modern society prefer to buy new cars , clothes , furniture & matiral things untouched & brand new , but when it comes to a human body like with ports & pirates in storms any old 2nd hand jalopy in a storm will do . It’s like we emerse our selves in martialism then look up & discover there’s something missing. (Perhaps the storm is of one’s own making)
One should learn something of the high seas of life before setting sail on the ocean waves . & read a weather report.
P.S. You’re probably enjoy the novel , if you haven’t read it “captain blood” for conformation
When I read this article think of the way “materialists” seek to share time & interactions with a partner to approaching & buying house hold goods or furniture.
and it quickly becomes apparent there is no difference at all.
It’s the same way I would buy a refrigerator and discard it .
Which is sad because it doesn’t matter whether the quality of that furniture is or the number of items purchased. For what ever one brings over the threshold you’re still living on your own .
Souls need a place in an evolving relationship , furniture needs a place in an empty room !
One needs constant interaction, while the other collects dust .
Don’t let your soul collect dust
PS : though a refrigerator can remind (metaphorically speaking I might add) you of what a relationship takes. As with a refrigerator , you get out of it what you put in but if you neglect what’s in there it’ll go off .
But don’t take it out on a date for there’s no conversation and you’ll get strange looks .
& like the refrigerators in “martialists” it’ll suspect you’re cheating on it using a refrigerator at another restaurant. Then everything you’ve put into it goes rotten (I’m assuming that’s the plot line in the film , haven’t watched it )
I really enjoy this current round of essays, gentlemen. Thank you. The thing that hits so hard is also so obvious that it's easy to miss. That is this; over time we moderns have brought lif down to its most base level. Life is now entirely what we can see, what we can obtain, and those methods of obtaining it. In the process many of us have missed out on life entirely.
The continuous harping in schools of "we know so much more now" is not as true as we would like it to be. But I begin to see it as the root of attempting to de-link ourselves from the wisdom of ages gone by. If that is accomplished then we are adrift and must invent a way forward as though there is no good precedent for doing so. At the same time we have the basic problems of safety and security. Hence, life becomes what see, what i want, & how to get it.
I graduated from high school in California in 1967. I grew up in a 1950’s type environment into the Summer of Love in San Francisco. It was a sensory and moral whiplash that sent many of peers into a terrible spiral of sex, drugs and rock and roll. I kept myself from falling into the abyss as I was very career oriented, focused on my grades, and worked 3 jobs to pay tuition and living expenses. I frankly couldn’t afford to mess around. Nonetheless, it was a tough time to navigate and feminism (which I quickly realized was not about just equal pay for equal work) managed to wreck its havoc on both men and women.
I have contended, for some years, that my husband's and my sexual connection is the physical expression of a spiritual covenant, made before God. Yes, I was in high school when culture started to fall apart in the 60's. Yes, in college, a women's college, I felt as though I was the only girl on campus having a serious boyfriend, who was a virgin. Both husband and I held onto that state until wedding rings were on our fingers. I believe, though I do not know, that my two married daughters can say the same.
C.S. Lewis's _The Allegory of Love_ is worth reading. His thesis is that what we think of as romantic love being the driving force behind marriage is fairly new, considerably less than a thousand years old.
It has been some years since I read _The Allegory of Love_, but I believe that Lewis would say the marriage ideal is one man and one woman, married for life, to provide for a family of children and mutual support. Affection between a man and his wife is an expectation, is certainly viewed as a positive by the couple and those around them, but it is not strictly necessary and love (or more properly infatuation) is probably a bad foundation to build a marriage on.
Why do we in modern society prefer to buy new cars , clothes , furniture & matiral things untouched & brand new , but when it comes to a human body like with ports & pirates in storms any old 2nd hand jalopy in a storm will do . It’s like we emerse our selves in martialism then look up & discover there’s something missing. (Perhaps the storm is of one’s own making)
One should learn something of the high seas of life before setting sail on the ocean waves . & read a weather report.
P.S. You’re probably enjoy the novel , if you haven’t read it “captain blood” for conformation
To Spencer’s essay:
When I read this article think of the way “materialists” seek to share time & interactions with a partner to approaching & buying house hold goods or furniture.
and it quickly becomes apparent there is no difference at all.
It’s the same way I would buy a refrigerator and discard it .
Which is sad because it doesn’t matter whether the quality of that furniture is or the number of items purchased. For what ever one brings over the threshold you’re still living on your own .
Souls need a place in an evolving relationship , furniture needs a place in an empty room !
One needs constant interaction, while the other collects dust .
Don’t let your soul collect dust
PS : though a refrigerator can remind (metaphorically speaking I might add) you of what a relationship takes. As with a refrigerator , you get out of it what you put in but if you neglect what’s in there it’ll go off .
But don’t take it out on a date for there’s no conversation and you’ll get strange looks .
& like the refrigerators in “martialists” it’ll suspect you’re cheating on it using a refrigerator at another restaurant. Then everything you’ve put into it goes rotten (I’m assuming that’s the plot line in the film , haven’t watched it )