People seem to have missed my philosophical threads, so I have thought that it would be good (or so Socrates has told us), to share some of my meager supply of wisdom out of common love. Good, because it is both kind and prudent- it is always a kindness to provide one's perspective (however the intent comes) and certainly prudent, for I can hope, in sharing my wisdom, others would be similarly inclined to share their own.
I have found, through my experiences of human behavior, that, if through some arcane science yet unknown to man, we were to prove without doubt a religion -any religion- was indeed the true religion, it would garner only so many followers. Why? Because our world -our culture- puts a very low value on truth.
We put a value on what we want to believe. We put a value on our own selves, our own intelligence. Empiricism has taught us that we are fools to trust anyone but ourselves and our own experiences. While such things are generally reliable- can we truly base everything on a scope of the world that is ultimately limited? Even with the vast amount of information that is easily accessible to us- do we really know so much? Even the most savvy reader of modern events and events gone past knows little compared to the true scope of happenings in the world. Can we truly understand the sorrow of the Christ as all his friends flew from Him as He was beaten with Roman whip and cross and spear? Or the elation of the Greeks when they finally pushed back the seemingly unbeatable Persian horde? Or perhaps the true evil of Nero, who burned men as candles for his yard and played sweet-noted music as his own city burned.
What is ultimately more important to us- the death of our dearest or the history of the Civil War, where countless men's dearest friends died, were cut down at early age by sword and cannon-shot? The answer, likely, is the former. But this is not regrettable- it is, after all, what friends are for.
But in former years men used history and acted, thought, as if it really happened. They were inspired on incredible levels by ancient tales that they had memorized front and back- and was it because they were more primitive than us? Quite the contrary, I believe it was because they were far more sophisticated in their thought. So easy is it for us to say that each friend is incredibly different, that they must be treated in totally different fashions. And while in a sense, we must respect the individuality of every human being, must we not also understand that their are common elements of friendship? Must friends aid one another in crisis? Surely, if one aided the other, but the other did not raise a hand for the one, it is not friendship, but one man feeding parasitically upon another!
There is no such thing as a bad friend, because what is commonly called a bad friend is not a friend at all. He is, in fact, an enemy of perhaps the most insidious kind the mortal world can bear- one that gives the guise of friendship.
Regrettably, my own body seems to limit my ability to continue this dialogue, and I must depart to the realm of sleep.
Pax vobiscum,
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