"Man is the measure of all things," says Protagoras.
And true enough, I suspect, as far as it goes. Only which man are we talking about? And at precisely what stage or chapter of his so-called progress? Is it Adam as he first discovered and explored, and personally named each one of the creatures of the Garden? Or Adam as he has since cacophonized every echo, rumor and haunting of Eden beyond recognition?
More to the point of our present needs, do we mean that Man who, in grasping at the pride of life, succeeded only in fouling his own nest, and hopelessly defacing his own Divine image? Or do we mean that Man who, in accepting a sacrificial death, actually redeemed and restored that Image beyond anyone's wildest hopes? Be sure to make your choice prayerfully. Because in each case, which Man we take as our measure is sure to make all the difference: both in how we ourselves mete out either mercy or justice, and in how we receive the same.
"There is nothing good except a good will," says Kant.
Well, maybe. But just where does does that leave the rest of the visible creation, in the moral scheme of things? That same creation which (as presumably even Kant would attest) - while having nothing like a human, much less an angelic or Divine will - is nonetheless created by God? And which even the Scriptural author pronounces, with exquisite naivete, as "very good"?
For me the question is simply this: Just how is man is affected - for better or worse - when what was "once" a goodness shared throughout the visible universe "now" becomes a human monopoly. Remember, monopolies, even with best of intentions, don't always make for the sincerest humility in those who wield them. So what do you think? Is this exclusive prerogative apt to make man a more amicable or a more quarrelsome neighbor to earth's other creatures? Indeed, given his vantage-point of moral elevation, will he be that much less, or that much more, likely to set a fairly rigid, and presumptuous, agenda for everything else?
Consider what may follow, then, in a visible universe where only human beings, human priorities, human actions can be considered unambiguously good. Is it just me, or does that change irrevocably the nature and character of a well-lived, morally upright life? So that it becomes somehow more and more a question of control? A matter of bringing under our hegemony things that, left to themselves, likely will fail to conduce fully or adequately to the good we intend? Mind you, the rest of the non-human world remains stubbornly what it is the whole time. And worst of all in a way that, too often, not only eludes our control, but sometimes has the supreme nerve to impinge upon us, and interfere with us! Like most forms of weather, for instance. And so we build houses and other enclosures; we try, singly or collectively, to carve out an amenable space within these more humanly controlled boundaries, where all our goodness, our benevolence, our constructive desire for change can progress unhindered. The problem lies in that word, and realm, we call collective. The problem is that most of the good, and the change, we try to initiate rarely if ever concerns just one person. Even more rarely does it affect just one person. And even on the odd chance that everyone else in the room concurs with the good and the change you or I intend, they're likely already seeing the same goal from different vantage points. Or different priorities of pacing and timing. Or even more subtle differences - shades and gradations - of desired effect.
Now of course, to get the project up and running there is rarely need for absolute and total agreement. The devil rather lies farther down the road, in what we call the details, or the execution. Disagreement is usually acceptable up to a certain point. But sooner or later (Action being the Emperor, or rather Dictator, that he is), sooner or later a majority in the room - or even I myself - will need to get on that famous "same page," or with that proverbial same program. Or so at least we may need, in order for the change to proceed in an orderly and constructive fashion. And that's not always an easy thing to do. The transparently obvious good of my - or your - chosen method, or sequence, or timetable may be not nearly as obvious to others on the team as it is to us. So what do we do? One recourse is to try to negotiate without falling into excessive compromise - that ever-elusive tipping point. Sometimes various degrees of persuasion, or even pressure, may seem to be required. At the same time we don't want to rush to moral conclusions about our differences of opinion, at least for the moment; we continue, if we are sensible, to regard each other as well-intentioned individuals acting in good faith. Well and good. For now. Meanwhile, what about the rest of creation?
My point is that certain consequences arise, when we view the rest of the universe as morally foreign to us. Or morally opaque and unintelligible. Or as merely a hostile wilderness that we humans must morally and productively subdue. It's true that you and I now have a common endeavor. Or even, if you must, a common enemy. But that doesn't mean we will automatically see each other as natural allies. Or that our areas of common interest will be at once transparent and immediate to everyone. Or that the process of negotiating towards a common goal, even with the best of everyone's intentions, will get easier with time. Indeed, sometimes Time itself can seem to be the enemy. All sorts of things can come up, and get in the way of the best-laid plans. And even the most sound-proof, germ-proof laboratory - or conference room - isn't exactly sealed off from nature, from unpredictability, from life.
Now of course this latter realization, on our part, too often only redoubles our efforts to make our work all the more air- and watertight, to seal "life" off from the "outside." The problem is that the more we do so, the more certain other unexpected guests are likely to crash our party. Everything from the failure of the hearing system, to a sudden life crisis interrupting the schedule of a team-member whose absences have already been piling up. And so from seemingly out of nowhere, and often in the blink of an eye, we can find ourselves enmeshed in practical and procedural questions whose difficulty, and stubbornness, we never dreamed of at the start of our project. Questions, and consequent differences of opinion, that can make even close associates seem less like partners than like parts of the problem, or obstacles to the solution. And that too, it seems to me, is how we humans - singly and collectively - can come to view ever larger numbers of people as, well, more or less tools. Or impediments, of one kind or another. Or incidental parts of the scenery, that we should be able to rearrange at will. It is how, I believe, we may often come to regard increasing numbers of people, whom we may otherwise love or esteem or tolerate, as either instrumental, or irrelevant, or detrimental, or hostile, to the good things we plan to do. With nothing much at all left in between those 4 iron categories, or beyond them: nothing of that deliciously God-designed, quirky, irreducible, unabstractable humanity that, as we all know in our moments of sanity, is worth so much more than the most expert execution of our highest human aims. That same human nature, mind you, which is capable of such extraordinary works: difficult, and subtle, delicate, and even delicately discerning and understanding works. Or so at least it may be, given a properly delicate understanding of how that nature itself works, and what it needs. Not to mention a properly humble understanding of the God who made it. And - dare we even hope? - a lowly willingness to know ourselves even as we are known. But now imagine it: all this fecundity, and present, or rather imprisoned, in each of one of us! Even as it remains so damnably hard for you or me to control.
So what is it, do you suppose, that makes us begin so many of our most ambitious and constructive works, sure of nothing other than the goodness of Man, and of the works and the will of Man? And yet as we go along, growing less and less sure of anything except the goodness of Me?
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