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I've decided to pst, as my first-ever blog, an essay written a while back. Don't let the sub-title or first few lines throw you. It's ultimately ALL about redemption
Sage Against the Machine:
A Set of Snarly Reflections on the State of Things in General
So, I’d like to do that very thing against which I so often complain, namely… complain. And it serves us all well, I believe, that I take special pains to eschew the voice of an elder who, looking aghast at the misbehavior and slackness of youth, pines for the better days of his own youth, or times more distant.
In the eleventh century, Ch’eng Hao, a philosopher during the reign of Sung Dynasty Emperor Sheng-tsung, wrote and presented to the emperor, an essay titled Ten Matters Calling for Reform. In this treatise, Ch’eng largely outlined those societal issues which he believed stood most sorely in need of amendment. None of Ch’eng’s issues would surprise any of us today. He stated that the Sage Kings had established laws based on human feelings and the proper order of things. He also noted that although laws change naturally into systems suited to current conditions, there remain, nonetheless, certain underlying fundamental societal principles, which, directed toward the good of all, never change.
The first of these principles is the need for all classes, from the Sun King to the commoners, to have teachers in order to perfect their virtue. In his time, Ch’eng believed that this role was no longer filled, leading to the loss of respect for virtue and the enjoyment of doing one’s job well.
His list of concerns includes government appointments not being made based on competence, and education failing to inculcate clear, moral obligations. He further stated that the arrogant display of military power had exhausted the national resources.
Ch’eng also noted that natural resources, such as the fish in the streams and the beasts in the field, were being cut short in their abundance.
Throw in a few observations about loss of proper ritual, and food and land distribution, and you pretty much get the picture.
Mind you, Ch’eng held out hope for reforms which could be put into practice.
Hence, his hopeful submission to the King.
I served for twelve years as Dean of Students at a northern California high school. All things considered, a fairly good one. Good kids, good staff. Great view of the hills.
And day following day, I found myself in contact with people, while seeing others in the news, about whom Ch’eng might easily rail.
The thing that got me snarly the other day was the piece about the middle school students on Long Island who beat another girl badly, while the beating was being video phoned.
I’ve not gone out of my way to garner a whit more information on this incident. Don’t need to really. I’d seen enough Jerry Springer-like behavior on my day job. This mostly involved parents who told me that I was picking on their kids, for no good reason. Or, that I’d lowered their self-esteem by indicating that something may be amiss with their current behavior.
I fear greatly for this generation. Not that they don’t often read, or spend time examining the world around them, as much as they are lacking diligent elders to school them in the ways of virtue, or the joys of a job well done.
All of this puts me in mind of King Lear and Mickey Mouse.
Lear, sighing at his aching bones, readily gave the keys and prerogatives of power to those who were neither ready, nor worthy. The end result, as so often occurs in Shakespearean tragedies, is that at the end of the story, everybody’s dead.
His kids simply had not been prepared to assume responsibility.
In The Sorcerer’s Apprentice, Mickey blithely creates chaos by animating a horde of angry mops, which make a serious mess of the castle. Enter the Sorcerer, grim and unsmiling, to set things aright, and whack Mickey in the rear with a soggy mop. Linger a moment, or pause the video and look at the Sorcerer’s eyes. You’ll see the affection, and the hope the Sorcerer has, for his not-yet-worthy apprentice.
Today, I had lunch with my brother, his wife and identical four- year old twin boys. Their sister was in her 2nd grade class, and unable to join. I asked her dad to tell her that I would make up the missed lunch to her. She later told her mother, that I didn’t have to do anything for her, that she already knew I loved her.
A seven year old who doesn’t demand “stuff”.
Who understands the deeper meaning of the word, no.
Who will never be seen on a video- phone treating another person badly.
Who will, someday, be worthy of receiving the keys.
Whose elders have raised her well.
Ch’eng would be pleased.