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  1. There is left but this single path to tell thee of: namely, that being is. And on this path there are many proofs that being is without beginning and indestructible; it is universal, existing alone, immovable and without end; nor ever was it nor will it be, since it now is, all together, one, and continuous. For what generating of it wilt thou seek out? From what did it grow, and how? I will not permit thee to say or to think that it came from not-being; for it is impossible to think or to say that not-being is. What thine would then have stirred it into activity that it should arise from not-being later rather than earlier? So it is necessary that being either is absolutely or is not. Nor will the force of the argument permit that anything spring from being except being itself. Therefore justice does not slacken her fetters to permit generation or destruction, but holds being firm. Parmenides, Arthur Fairbanks trans. [T]he most certain principle of all is that regarding which it is impossible to be mistaken.... For a principle which every one must have who understands anything that is, is not a hypothesis; and that which every one must know who knows anything, he must already have when he comes to a special study. Evidently then such a principle is the most certain of all; which principle this is, let us proceed to say. It is, that the same attribute cannot at the same time belong and not belong to the same subject and in the same respect.... Aristotle, Metaphysics, W.D. Ross trans., book 4, chapter 3. Do what thy manhood bids thee do, from none but self expect applause; He noblest lives and noblest dies who makes and keeps his self-made laws. Richard Francis Burton A fact never went into partnership with a miracle. Truth scorns the assistance of wonders. A fact will fit every other fact in the universe, and that is how you can tell whether it is or is not a fact. A lie will not fit anything except another lie. Robert G. Ingersoll Every man dies, not every man really lives. Randall Wallace, "Braveheart" screenplay The only thing necessary for the triumph of evil is for good men to do nothing. Edmund Burke But grant me from time to time — if there are divine goddesses in the realm beyond good and evil — grant me the sight, but one glance of something perfect, wholly achieved, happy, mighty, triumphant....! Of a man who justifies man...for the sake of which one may still believe in man! Nietzsche He that has light within his own clear breast May sit i' th' centre and enjoy bright day; But he that hides a dark soul and foul thoughts Benighted walks under the midday sun. John Milton For truth is truth, though never so old, and time cannot make that false which was once true. Edward de Vere Is life so dear or peace so sweet as to be purchased at the price of chains and slavery? Forbid it, Almighty God! I know not what course others may take, but as for me, give me liberty, or give me death! Patrick Henry It is proof of a base and low mind for one to wish to think with the masses or majority, merely because the majority is the majority. Truth does not change because it is, or is not, believed by a majority of the people. Giordano Bruno It is your mind that matters economically, as much or more than your mouth or hands. In the long run, the most important economic effect of population size and growth is the contribution of additional people to our stock of useful knowledge. And this contribution is large enough in the long run to overcome all the costs of population growth. Because we can expect future generations to be richer than we are, no matter what we do about resources, asking us to refrain from using resources now so that future generations can have them later is like asking the poor to make gifts to the rich. Julian Simon There are many other at my site's quote page, http://johnrearden.com/quotes.htm.
  2. Paradise, the Reward of Being Moral It is thought in some religions that when one dies, he or she is brought before God, and the nature of the life that he has led, examined. Following this, he is then sent to Heaven or to Hell in accordance with the evaluation of that life. For the man who believes in such, life on earth is a relatively brief "lobby" before the glory of a joyful Paradise or the hell of an everlasting damnation, and the purpose of this lobby is to determine to which of these one is sent. The key question for an individual on earth who wishes to achieve the better alternative then becomes: by what standard will I be judged? Christian morality, in particular, stresses that the good life properly involves service to others, and that being one's "brother's keeper" is the moral code for which one achieves the rewards of heaven. But there is a dear price for accepting this as one’s moral primary. There is no power on earth greater than morality, and no variable more important to any individual man’s psychology than what moral code he accepts as true. It is essential to the life and mind of any man than that he know himself as good, and it is one important job of morality to provide this explicit conviction. In order to continue living, in order to have the energy to sustain his own life and move through his days, a man needs to believe, to whatever degree, that he is good and that his person is a value worthy of being maintained. The man who approaches the extreme of the alternate conviction, that he is evil, is (as Ayn Rand wrote) on the verge of insanity or suicide. Morality designs the reactor, so to speak – it establishes which actions, if pursued, will grant a man the conviction of his own moral worth and the energy with which to continue his life. The reactor is built in the image of one’s moral code, one’s own action is its fuel, and the output is the knowledge that one is good and the energy with which to move through one’s days. But man is a creature of free will – and any given man’s moral blueprint is a matter of his own choice. If in this matchlessly important decision, a man should accept "the good of others" as his moral primary, he consigns himself to the lethargy of duty for as long as he refuses to revise this vital error. Morality, rather than a guide to the achievement of a radiantly happy existence, becomes a lead weight upon his soul, and the emotional accompaniment of his days, rather than happiness, is guilt. He has signed a blank check on his time and values which can never be fully redeemed, and which can be exercised whenever anyone other than himself might choose to cash it. Should he ever refuse such a claim, the result is a soul-draining guilt and the dangerous conviction that he is not worthy of life, i.e., not good. No man who retains a trace of the conviction of his own value can ever wholly submit to the concept of himself as a slave. But should he attempt to do so, he is caught in the following alternative, where the achievement of rational values and their psychological corollary, happiness, become impossible: 1- He can be "good", i.e., the provider of life-sustaining values to others, and know no personal values, subordinating his desire to pursue his own values and enjoy his own life, the natural corollary of the fact that his life is indeed his own property, to the demand of any man who makes a claim on him (a claim the beggar makes only by virtue of the fact that he is not the producer). He is driven, again by the inescapable need to know his own goodness, to provide loaves for others – but feels guilty should he ever take one for himself. His soul is kept alive by the flickering candle of the conviction of his own goodness by this (irrational) standard, which is even less bright by virtue of the fact that he hates those who claim this hold on him as a matter of right; Or, 2- He can be of immense "depravity" during his life by this (irrational) standard, not serving others in any primary sense, knowing a life of guilty egoism, allowing himself what degree of energy, of passion, of life that may penetrate the foggy murk of the morality that dominates his mind, given that he has accepted the idea that a primary concern with his own interests is a sin.1 A Rational Morality But is the altruistic moral code right? No, of course not. It is true that Paradise is the reward of morality, but it is a Paradise for which one does not need to wait. The 20th-century author and philosopher Ayn Rand wrote, "The only man who desires to be moral is the man who desires to live." In this context, morality is a personal matter, not a social one. It is the tool that prepares an individual man to live his own life successfully, and it is based in the identification that one's life is one's own. One can only begin to think about morality when this context is established. If one allows the idea of “others” to enter the courtroom during this process, nothing is gained but confusion. What is their good? How does one define the good of “others” before one has done it in regard to an individual instance? What principles regarding men as a group can be defined, before any conclusions have been reached in regard to one?3 A rational morality begins with the study of that one. In reality, human life is individual, and belongs to its owner; no other man can rationally claim a right to that life. It is also conditional; it is the goal of keeping it in existence given its conditional nature that is a primary what-for of morality. Morality provides guidance in choosing among alternatives as one pursues the goal of one's own continued existence. A unbroken policy of choosing the moral alternative when one is presented with choice results in the personal conviction that one is good. A man’s greatest value, which allows all of a potential myriad of others to develop, is his own existence. He is properly his own top value, and the continuing, value-filled experience of his existence is properly his primary goal. The 'moral reactor' of a man who holds this as his code of ethics is on a firm and rationally engineered foundation, its blueprints approved by reality and in harmony with the truth that his life is his own. Should it be fueled by moral action, he knows his own goodness and has no shortage of energy with which to live his days. He energetically and creatively seeks values, whether money, love or any rational goal he directs his focus toward; he knows that he is good and deserves such. He greedily seeks to take from each moment of existence every iota of joy of which he is capable, knowing that he deserves no less. For one who accepts this standard, one that is objective and grounded in reality and reason, morality is personal and essentially means: rationality. Morality is the exercise of reason on his own behalf, in all the decisions that face him, in the context of the goal that is the continuation of his own life and the enjoyment of that life to the greatest degree of which he is capable. It is reason, the faculty that identifies what is, that establishes the best course to achieving his values and to the highest return on any investment in time, matter or spirit that he may make.4 His eyes are open and his thought is active in the service of his own life. The alternative, irrationality, means: that one’s sight is suspended, one’s reason is cut off, and that the achievement of one’s own values and happiness are hampered, to whatever degree. (Note that being immoral by a rational standard does not make sense in any context, neither in the short-term nor the long – there is no value to gain, no prize to win. The immoral man is in constant anxiety from avoiding the sight of his own eyes and undercutting the reach of his own intellect; to whatever degree, he avoids the grasp of the universe that he cannot escape and lives, so far as he continues to persist in the irrational, in an anxiety-ridden earthly Hell as he drags himself through his days. And for what? For nothing.) For a man to open his own eyes, and for that sight to be in the service of his own existence, is the psychological habit of the good man’s earthly Paradise. He is good and knows himself as such, given his nature and the nature of existence. He honors his own sight above all things, he knows that he is a value worth maintaining, and his days are powered by the energy of that conviction. He knows happiness, the psychological consequence of achieving rational values, the first of which is his own soul. He is thoroughly good – not because he will be rewarded by God in Heaven, but because he is rewarded with Heaven, i.e., life, values and the rapture of a joy based in the noncontradictory awareness corollary to a devotion to reason, here, now, on earth. Life on earth is not a “lobby” before an imagined Heaven – it is Heaven itself. The key to achieving it lies in clearly defining what moral code accords with reality, reason and the right – i.e., building the reactor properly, fueling it with moral action, knowing oneself as good thereby, and knowing sunlit days filled with the value-hungry energy of that conviction. Paradise is indeed the reward of being moral – and the good man carries Paradise with him wherever he goes. (December 2005) ------------------- 1. And (2) is without question the course he will take, if any trace of rationality and humanity, i.e. any remnant of the honoring the hero within him, remains alive. (And if God is forgiving, and would without question grant amnesty for all acts performed during his life were a man to request it at its end, it is even more logical to simply pursue this course of guilty egoism, harvesting from life, so far as he may, the enjoyment of violating the displaced moral code that infects his soul, to whatever degree, and confess on his deathbed.) 2. If he should attempt to reject morality entirely, if he should attempt to abandon any desire to know himself as good, he becomes psychologically dead, and existential death is simply a matter of time. 3. An other-based morality, that states “the good is the good of others”, displaces the issue down a potentially infinite progression –as though the subject whose analysis we seek, noticing we are after him, hides himself behind a door, and when we grasp the knob to again find him, he hides himself behind another, down an unending line. If he is identified, we are again lost – for it is not him we are seeking now, but “others”. The answer is to stop such displacement and focus on the individual, the life of whom serves as an objective ground of the inquiry. 4. A rational man will seek the greatest degree of emotional “return on investment” that is possible to him; he will seek to know the greatest degree of happiness and joy that it is within his power to achieve in his days. Given that he has the option of flourishing, he will always choose to do so, just as he would exchange one dollar for ten rather than for five.
  3. On Visiting a Cemetery I walked one day through iron gates Through which some came one way alone My eyes roamed o’er the spread of land The ordered names there set in stone. I walked the rows, and read the names My legs moved forth with even pace Beneath each stone, now still and gone What once had mind, and pulse, and face. I stopped at one, now deep in thought Another would have done as well The name not in my memory now But rather what the stone did tell. Beneath this plaque, now matter lay Once with lungs quick with breath, with eyes Perceiving all that ‘round him stood And at day's end, no longer would. And though the time a different one Still day like this, with air and sun And on that day, his light did leave From life, as soul from flesh did cleave. And once did leave, could ne’er return And nothing more his soul might learn Existence done, no further fete The journey played, his time complete. Yet though now dead, and ne’er to live Again, what if his mind might think? Now knowing what would come to pass Now firmly grasping that black brink? Would he look back upon his days And say “Alas! What have I done! The sunlight that moved o’er my skin! My eyes that o’er the earth might run! “I did not know that which I owned! This life that might have earned my love! This tree, this earth, the thoughts of men! Oh God, that I might live again! “To live each day no less than I And that sweet life should have deserved! Rejecting fear, embracing pride Treating that life as though a bride! “And now, alas, my time is done! My body cold, no honors won -- No pride of soul, no joy, no life! I’ve lost it all, my breath, that wife! “Throughout each day, she ever stood Before an altar in white gown Her body straight, her form ideal And yet with ever deep’ning frown! “For as time passed, and years moved by I did not come to meet this love I somehow fell into the depths! I somehow lost the light above! “And light as I think I once knew! Once in the days of long past youth But this -- somehow -- it fell away! Oh God, to live again that day! “The day on which the path began That took me from that church of light Into the graying world of doubt And farther from the path of right! “And by this ‘right’ I do not mean A duty from a world above But rather knowing life, with joy And with each sight, sealing that love! “And what is it that caused this loss! This cleavage ‘tween my is and ought? The thought that such life could not be! By God, now I will find this key! “I can recall, during my time Some moments where my joy did surge But only that -- a moment -- then The joy lost strength, the gray did merge. “What was the nature of this foe? This thing that took from me my sight! What is this beast that rose against That glory which was mine by right? “Alas, I know that which it was! It was no beast that took my life! It was the false that took my mind! It was ideas that left me blind! “The thing which said, ‘It cannot be!’ ‘Men in this realm cannot be such!’ ‘No blacks and whites, but only grays!’ This was the nature of that haze! “And all it would have taken was To call these to the court of light! And from me fog would then have fled! And that dear wife, I would have wed! “And now I have lost my own worth! Now without hands to take the earth! Now without eyes to give me sight! Without the joy that was my right! “And fault for this was mine alone! It’s to myself I owe this moan! I did this fog myself condone! My life lost, and the guilt -- my own!” And now this pale, unhappy ghost Returned to that from which he came A void, where he does not exist As all men someday will the same. And then I asked, “What shall life be?” And saw another, shining ghost But one who did not give his days To less than what might be the most. “I heard his tale,” he said with smile “That wife he left, I took with pride And on that day, when her I took I that foul fog with thought defied!” O noble soul, O proper Man! To drink of life thus deep and pure! Who did not give his soul to loss! Who with firm hand opened that door! The door through which that bride was met! Her bright eyes brimming with glad tears! The one who you did never leave Throughout the scope of all your years! Heroic soul, golden in form! It shall be yours I make my tone! No minute lost, no day unsung! No thought within but Reason’s own! To think that one might lose one’s life To that which does not have defense! To thoughts which if identified Would be released with laughing pride! And then did I to myself speak Upon the earth an oath I swore To hold that dear wife by my side To take her and with her abide! “By all that is, I swear this now! Upon my life a solemn vow! Before such fog I will not bow! Neither in days to come, nor now!” And with that firm decision made To take that wife while still she stayed I grasped her with soul unafraid And on that day our vows were made. And evermore she walks with me And so she will as I grow old For as long as I choose to live My soul is forged in shining gold. And on that day, in days to come When this fair earth at last I leave With pride will I look on my life And I will have no cause to grieve. For that foul day, when I must go And leave this dear, beloved world My heart will carry no regret No curse at this existence hurled. For as long as I walk this earth I shall not lose the joy I’ve won For never shall my soul relent To thought unthought, or deed undone.