THREE PARABLES AND A DISSERTATION
And yet it must be so!
As
if
to say, hell with the moral, here's
one of our own. My moral
is:
the world of the imagination
is
a
created, objective world. Having said which, I no longer care
if
it
be right or wrong. (Yet, as I here stand at the threshold of
my own
parable, how can I possibly be wrong?) There
is
our animal nature,
not yet created, in which freedom is the death of us; there
is
our
human nature, in process of creation, where reason, our special part,
can be the death of us; and there
is
the imagination, created, whose
reasons and meanings are greater than all the others precisely because
they do not concern us. Here, then,
is
life and-though the word does
not even appear-freedom.
But this
is
so much moralizing- already the word has a con–
temptible ring! Let me say, once we enter our own parable, and our
own life is perforce exemplary, we cease to take instruction from it,
and the moral is not the important thing. Then it's as Pascal said,
((True morality makes light of morality.
...
To make light of philos–
ophy is to be a true philosopher."
d. SUMMARY AND CONCLUSION
This dissertation is my own parable.
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