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It's a mad world attended by love

Have I encouraged you to visit Sarah Robinson’s site, Maverick Mom?  Of course I have.  Let me do so again.  In her recent post, It’s a Mad World, Sarah asks us to consider what the world is coming to.  The ensuing conversation is robust, leaving one to wonder if a battle between good and evil is at the heart of all we see in the world today. 

There is no question it is a mad, mad world. It always has been. I suppose it always shall. Amidst the madness lies a warm cozy blanket of love. Within the blanket’s warmth a glow permeates the surrounding darkness. That gentle light represents all that is good in this world. What we learn is the darkness has no defense against it. It must submit. A Tibetan proverb holds, “Goodness speaks in a whisper, evil shouts.” Madness is like that. It shouts, seeking solace in the company of misery. Because it shouts, it draws our attention, if only for a moment, away from all of the good in our world. To do otherwise is to lose its own life to the glowing goodness that is sure to conquer.

Plato also spoke to the whisper of good, pointing out “the essential Form of Good is the limit of our inquiries, and can barely be perceived; but, when perceived, we cannot help concluding that it is in every case the source of all that is bright and beautiful—in the visible world giving birth to light and its master, and in the intellectual world dispensing, immediately and with full authority, truth and reason—and that whosoever would act wisely, either in private or in public, must set this Form of Good before his eyes.”

Good is everywhere; it has no need to draw attention to itself. We come to realize this soon enough. Why? Because, as Saul Bellow reminds us, “Goodness is achieved … in the company of other men, attended by love.” You see, from where I stand, love is the answer. Okay, Oliver Wendell Holmes puts it this way: “Love is the master key that opens the gate of happiness.” I personally like what Martin Luther King, Jr, has to say about the matter: “Love is the only force capable of transforming an enemy (aka, madness) into a friend.”

Willa Cather posits, “Where there is great love, there are always miracles.” Can madness hold a light to that? “Who so loves,” we learn from Elizabeth Barrett Browning, “believes the impossible.” Lest I get too carried away, let us consider the wise words of Nietzsche: “There is always some madness in love. But there is also always some reason in madness.” Yet, Thomas Mann teaches, “It is love, not reason that is stronger than death.”

A great friend to many, Rabbi Noah Weinberg, died earlier this year. His spirit, of course, lives on in the many who loved him. One of his many memorable teachings finds relevance here. Rabbi Weinberg tells us, “There are things worth dying for, and if you don’t understand what you are willing to die for, you haven’t begun living.”

We live, not because madness wreaks havoc in the world, but because love subdues the madness and unites us as one. We learn this lesson in Dumas’ Three Musketeers. As King Louis appoints D’Artagnan to the Musketeers, he proclaims, “This world is an uncertain realm, filled with danger. Honor undermined by the pursuit of power, freedom sacrificed when the weak are oppressed by the strong. But there are those who oppose these powerful forces, who dedicate their lives to truth, honor, and freedom.”

As we can see, madness has been with us since before time. So, too, has love. In the end, love wins. Because in the end, we are bigger than the madness and we can see it for what it is. And we can forgive its trespass. “Forgiveness,” as Reinhold Niebuhr so eloquently puts it, “is the final form of love.”

Sarah’s band of Hooligans understands this, and that’s why they stand with her. Not to ward off the madness, but to shower her with love.

The Character of Leadership

[One founding father’s candid assessment on the character of leadership displayed by General Washington.  Thomas Jefferson penned this letter to Dr Walter Jones from Monticello January 2, 1814.]

“ … I think I knew General Washington intimately and thoroughly; and were I called on to delineate his character, it should be in terms like these.

His mind was great and powerful, without being of the very first order; his penetration strong, though not so acute as that of a Newton, Bacon, or Locke; and as far as he saw, no judgment was ever sounder.  It was slow in operation, being little aided by invention or imagination, but sure in conclusion.  Hence the common remark of his officers, of the advantage he derived from councils of war, where hearing all suggestions, he selected whatever was best; and certainly no General ever planned his battles more judiciously.  But if deranged during the course of the action, if any member of his plan was dislocated by sudden circumstances, he was slow in re-adjustment.  The consequence was, that he often failed in the field, and rarely against an enemy in station, as at Boston and York.  He was incapable of fear, meeting personal dangers with the calmest unconcern.  Perhaps the strongest feature in his character was prudence, never acting until every circumstance, every consideration, was maturely weighed; refraining if he saw a doubt, but, when once decided, going through with his purpose, whatever obstacles opposed.  His integrity was most pure, his justice the most inflexible I have ever known, no motives of interest or consanguinity, of friendship or hatred, being able to bias his decision.  He was, indeed, in every sense of the words, a wise, a good, and a great man.  His temper was naturally high toned; but reflection and resolution had obtained a firm and habitual ascendency over it.  If ever, however, it broke its bonds, he was most tremendous in his wrath.  In his expenses he was honorable, but exact; liberal in contributions to whatever promised utility; but frowning and unyielding on all visionary projects and all unworthy calls on his charity.  His heart was not warm in its affections; but he exactly calculated every man’s value, and gave him a solid esteem proportioned to it.  His person, you know, was fine, his stature exactly what one would wish, his deportment easy, erect and noble; the best horseman of his age, and the most graceful figure that could be seen on horseback.  Although in the circle of his friends, where he might be unreserved with safety, he took a free share in conversation, his colloquial talents were not above mediocrity, possessing neither copiousness of ideas, nor fluency of words.  In public, when called on for a sudden opinion, he was unready, short and embarrassed.  Yet he wrote readily, rather diffusely, in an easy and correct style. This he had acquired by conversation with the world, for his education was merely reading, writing and common arithmetic, to which he added surveying at a later day.  His time was employed in action chiefly, reading little, and that only in agriculture and English history.  His correspondence became necessarily extensive, and, with journalizing his agricultural proceedings, occupied most of his leisure hours within doors.  On the whole, his character was, in its mass, perfect, in nothing bad, in few points indifferent; and it may truly be said, that never did nature and fortune combine more perfectly to make a man great, and to place him in the same constellation with whatever worthies have merited from man an everlasting remembrance.  For his was the singular destiny and merit, of leading the armies of his country successfully through an arduous war, for the establishment of its independence; of conducting its councils through the birth of a government, new in its forms and principles, until it had settled down into a quiet and orderly train; and of scrupulously obeying the laws through the whole of his career, civil and military, of which the history of the world furnishes no other example. … ”