THE DIGNITY OF CHALLENGE

Of all the oceans of opinion pieces aimed at us each day, those that best apply are the ones that satisfy some part of your own imagination. When the experience of ritual becomes a pursuit of meaning, the background noise softens. Realizing the clamour is a product of struggle is different that thinking the selection of brethren must be as immature as our companions; how else can you explain the clamour? Less likely we are to think the clamorous fulfill a purpose too. Regardless of our priniciples, knowing insight does not come to those who turn away is a way we feel violated. Those choleric types continue to ooze bitterness, but when we apply our masonic calculus, they have miscalculated. When we walk into an art gallery, no one would be so presumptuous to tell guests what they are to think about the work they will see.  At least give FM the same credit.  Yes it might hold the answers you've longer to find. Yes it may challenge and cause confusion. But like the Divine Comedy in a classical sense, the ending is written by you.  To be the comedy, resolution is found in the final chapter.  What you take from an art gallery is not determined by others, but by your own curiousity. What is the artist trying to 'say' to viewers through the conveyance of paint and brush; chisel and stone? Daunting? Yes.  To know you determine whether beauty is possible, whether you think the expression of honour, of fear, of conquest has merit or meaningless it has no place; that a symphony having no appeal to you, has no place in our culture, narrows the conversation to a question; what is it that you do find worthy?  When FM began expounding liberalism, it did so knowing full well, there is more than one form of literacy. Somewhere on that continuum each one of us can be found. Some better, better than some but all different under the skin. Maybe Nietzsche was right afterall.  Who knew.