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This''ll be cheesy, but I think these guys are arguing because they care -- both about truth and about you. Instead of piling on with more abstract arguments about the perils and merit of art for man, let me tell you about what happened last night ...
Last night, I came home from the movie, Avatar. I actually went to my sister's house to drop off her kids and to converse with my parents who are visiting there due to a medical condition. Mom was asleep but Dad was awake and I wanted to tell him about the Avatar movie I just saw. I gave an overview of the plot and paused. I waited for Dad's response, but he didn't have a comment -- so I tried something simple and personal.
I told my dad about a gal I knew named Karla. Karla was the quintessential post-modern tree-hugger. As they were trying to clear trees in order to build a major highway in the Twin Cities, Karla chained herself to a tree which was in the way. At that point, my dad cut me off -- because he was mentally familiar with that kind of situation. My dad then pretended to be the bulldozer driver -- as an illustrative way to communicate that he knew what was going on in that scenario. He said this:
Okay, Lady, I'm going to just bull-doze right over you, because you are just an insignificant person and I represent a huge and significant corporation! At that moment, I declared to Dad:
You got it, Dad, that's exactly what this movie was about! Then, my dad got a sad look on his face. He looked up at me with blank eyes and said, with an honest and sincere tone, these gut-wrenching words:
I'm not sure if progress is good or bad. My heart dropped. I wanted to just go into the fetal position and start crying, rocking back and forth, trying to console myself. My knee-jerk reaction, however, was to stand up for the good in the world and to proclaim that I AM SURE that progress is good. I did that. However [and this kills me], I did not elaborate. I had just been dealt a blow from my father ... my father. My father is, after 64 years on this planet, in a mental position of not knowing whether progress is good or not. I couldn't bear to push this with him and have him, my own father, push back. It would have spiritually crushed me at the time.
Damn Karl Marx, Immanuel Kant, and James Cameron! Damn them! Damn them, damn them, damn them! They took my father! They took his spirit. They tarnished his sense of life. That's MY father, a victim of bad philosophy and the culture which bad philosophers inevitably bring upon their own people (as well as the one or two generations after them).
Philosophy is important, it's perhaps the most important thing in the world.
Ed
(Edited by Ed Thompson on 12/26, 10:16am)
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