As a child, way before I ever heard the word ‘manichean’, that was how I saw the world. I simply believed that was how it worked - good versus evil; my own inner dialogue, writ large. Then, my professors showed me the many shades of moral uncertainty; things were many shades of gray, they said. For a time, as I focused on professional studies in medicine and law, I set aside such musings as I pursued excellence. Had the “centre held”, I might have let it go at that. But it hasn’t - “things are falling apart”. “The best lack all conviction while the worst are full of passionate intensity”.
My own innocent understanding, to finish paraphrasing Yeats, submerged as a young adult - but not drowned - has resurfaced in old age. In childhood, I now see I had it right and today, the world can only be understood as a grand struggle between good and evil. If I tried to catalogue it all for you, my head would explode.
The ethos of our times literally reeks of Stygian vapors. These are pumped through the ubiquitous fire hoses of what was in the past, actually media; greatly augmented by (anti)-social media. Now, obviously to those whose reason has not been sufficiently corroded by the relentless poisoning of what passes for public discourse (and thought, if such a thing exists), the very cultural air we breathe is made intentionally toxic - especially so when a Republican enemy occupies the White House. The relentless leftist propagandists continually project their own utter malevolence on those who oppose them, those who are actually virtuous. Charlie Kirk was the apotheosis of such virtue, both personal and civic and you couldn’t miss what was said about him. Is there any more powerful evidence of evil at work than when leftists unabashedly celebrate the public murder of a peaceable man seeking dialogue?
This topic would be better served by one with more strength and endurance (and maybe less emotion) than I can muster. My wife and I spent the afternoon watching college football. Letting pass the collapse of amateur sports in favor of paid college athletes, I was worn out by just the commercials. They can’t leave anything unsaid or unseen. They describe a “culture” in free fall. More than half the time, I had no idea what product was being hawked. It was a witches brew of words, loud sounds, flashing lights/strobes, impossible bodies and tortured movements. Yup, our so-called culture in a series of 15 - 30 second ejaculations; signifying nothing (to borrow from another soon-to-be-forgotten - and likely censored - writer).
There’s much more to be said to call out the evil afoot in our world. I’m just not up to it, saddened as I am by the death of the optimism and ascendant good into which I was born in 1944. Perhaps fellow Scanalyst members might like to crowd source a list of the many emboldened evils we are facing?