If you read enough, and long enough, you’re bound to come across the proverbial diamond in the rough; the product of a keen intellect; a thoughtful treatise, rationally conceived, soundly argued, and engagingly persuasive. The finding is as joyful as the reading.
On the website of The New Yorker, I happened on a blog post called, “The Pointlessness of Unplugging“. It’s written by Casey N. Cep, a wonderfully winsome writer whose wisdom beggars belief, coming from one so seemingly young. In the process of a thoughtful but thorough debunking of the fallacious notion of disconnecting from the world, Ms.Cep posits a point so salient, so intellectually engaging, so incisively and innocuously truthful, it rings in the mind:
The unplugging movement is the latest incarnation of an ageless effort to escape the everyday, to retreat from the hustle and bustle of life in search of its still core. Like Thoreau ignoring the locomotive that passed by his cabin at Walden Pond or the Anabaptists rejecting electricity, members of the unplugging movement scorn technology in the hope of finding the authenticity and the community that they think it obscures.
Mr. Cep has none of it. Cutting to the heart of philosophy — “Why are we here? — her comments put her in august company. Example: In his essay, “Summer in Algiers”, published in 1938, Albert Camus, at the time also in his youth at age 25, wrote this:
If there is a sin against life, it consists perhaps not so much in despairing of life as in hoping for another life and in eluding the implacable grandeur of this life.
Cep and Camus point out the futility of wishful thinking. They connote the cost of eschewing reality for the unreal, which is an act of denial (as opposed to the fantastical, which is an act of imagination). It’s easier to deny than to accept. It’s easier to escape than to endure. It’s easier to refuse than to cope.
Our denial of reality has cost us our cultural reverence for the healing power of pain and struggle. We’ve forgotten that healthy growth; productive change; deliberate, constructive restraint; and all other worthwhile things require pain, at least in this life. There’s no free lunch. There are no free rides. There are only choices. Amen.
What’s to be done? Read. Read and think. Read, think, and settle for nothing. Read, think, settle not at all, and trust your own thought. Read, think, settle not at all, trust your own thought, and write. Even if, perhaps especially if, you don’t fancy yourself a writer, write. Your thoughts may surprise you. And if, for whatever your reasons, you choose to do none of those things, help someone else learn to read and write.
If you commit yourself to those things, you too might find yourself in distinguished company. Albert Einstein wrote this in a letter to the College of the City of New York, defending the appointment of Bertrand Russell to a teaching position there:
Great spirits have always found violent opposition from mediocrities. The latter cannot understand it when a man does not thoughtlessly submit to hereditary prejudices, but honestly and courageously uses his intelligence and fulfills the duty to express the results of his thought in clear form.
In that passage, you’ll find common threads, dispositional connections between thinkers of different types, linked by intellect, philosophy, honesty, and courage: Casey N. Cep, Albert Camus, Albert Einstein: By virtue of their writing, all of us are able to derive our own lessons — and to derive the wherewithal to celebrate the grandeur of this life by helping each other.
Trust yourself to do so. Isn’t that the point?
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