In reading ‘One a Certain Blindness in Human Beings’ I accidentally came across another piece by WJ entitled ‘What Makes A Life Significant’. I want to share an excerpt from this piece which I think speaks loudly to our current times. I hope you find something useful and inspiring in this. Gary Wedgewood
In ‘What Makes A
Life Significant’ Williams James shares his care free experiences at Chautauqua,
the reverence for the heroism of common toil he finds in Tolstoi, and the
faithfulness to ideals of Intellectuals and proceeds to drop each of these
views “when they pretend singly to redeem life from insignificance. (He tells
us that) culture and refinement all alone are not enough…ideal aspirations are
not enough, (nor are) pluck and will, dogged endurance and insensibility to
ganger enough, when taken all alone. There must be some sort of fusion, some
chemical combination among these principles, for a life objectively and
thoroughly significant to result…a balance struck by sympathy, insight, and
good will…in this notion of the combination of ideals with active virtues you
have a rough standard for shaping your decision…your imagination is extended. You (achieve) a little more humility on
your own part, and tolerance, reverence, and love for others; and you gain a
certain inner joyfulness at the increased importance of our common life.
Such joyfulness is a religious inspiration and an element of spiritual health,
and worth more than large amounts of that sort of technical and accurate
information which we professors are supposed to be able to impart. To show the
sort of thing I mean by these words, I will just make one brief practical
illustration, and then close. We are
suffering to-day in America from what is called the labor-question; and,
when you go out into the world, you will each and all of you be caught up in
its perplexities. I use the brief term
labor-question to cover all sorts of anarchistic discontents and socialistic
projects, and the conservative resistances which they provoke. So far as
this conflict is unhealthy and regrettable, —and I think it is so only to a
limited extent, — the unhealthiness
consists solely in the fact that one-half of our fellow-countrymen remain
entirely blind to the internal significance of the lives of the other half.
They miss the joys and sorrows, they fail to feel the moral virtue, and they do
not guess the presence of the intellectual ideals. ‘They are at cross-purposes
all along the line, regarding each other…Often all that the poor man can think
of in the rich man is a cowardly greediness for safety, luxury, and effeminacy,
and a boundless affectation. What he is, is not a human being, but a
pocket-book, a bank account. And a similar greediness, turned by disappointment
into envy, is all that many rich men can see in the state of mind of the
dissatisfied poor. And, if the rich man begins to do the sentimental act over
the poor man, what senseless blunders does he make, pitying him for just those
very duties and those very immunities which, rightly taken, are the condition
of his most abiding and characteristic joys! Each, in short, ignores the fact that happiness and unhappiness and
significance are a vital mystery; each pins them absolutely on some ridiculous
feature of the external situation…Society has, with all this, undoubtedly got
to pass toward some newer and better equilibrium, and the distribution of
wealth has doubtless slowly got to change: such changes have always happened,
and will happen to the end of time. But if, after all that I have said, any
of you expect that they will make any genuine vital difference on a large
scale, to the lives of our descendants, you will have missed the significance
of my entire lecture. The solid meaning
of life is always the same eternal thing, — the marriage, namely, of some
unhabitual ideal, however special, with some fidelity, courage, and endurance;
with some man’s or woman’s pains. — And, whatever or wherever life may be,
there will always be the chance for that marriage to take place. Fitz-James
Stephen wrote many years ago words to this effect more eloquent than any I can
speak: ‘‘The ‘Great Eastern,’ or some of her successors,” he said, “will
perhaps defy the roll of the Atlantic, and cross the seas without allowing
their passengers to feel that they have left the firm land. The voyage from the
cradle to the grave may come to be performed with similar facility. Progress
and science may perhaps enable untold millions to live and die without a care,
without a pang, without an anxiety. They will have a pleasant passage and
plenty of brilliant conversation. They will wonder that men ever believed at
all in clanging fights and blazing towns and sinking ships and praying hands;
and, when they come to the end of their course, they will go their way, and the
place thereof will know them no more. But it seems unlikely that they will have
such a knowledge of the great ocean on which they sail, with its storms and
wrecks, its currents and icebergs, its huge waves and mighty winds, as those
who battled with it for years together in the little craft, which, if they had
few other merits, brought those who navigated them full into the presence of
time and eternity, their maker and themselves, and forced them to have some
definite view of their relations to them and to each other.”! In this solid and
tridimensional sense, so to call it, those philosophers are right who contend
that the world is a standing thing, with no progress, no real history. The
changing conditions of history touch only the surface of the show. The altered
equilibriums. and redistributions only diversify. our opportunities and open
chances to us for new ideals. But, with each new ideal that comes into life,
the chance for a life based on some old ideal will vanish; and he would needs
be a presumptuous calculator who should with confidence say that the total sum
of significances is positively and absolutely greater at any one epoch than at
any other of the world. I am speaking broadly, I know, and omitting to consider
certain qualifications in which I myself believe. But one can only make one
point in one lecture, and I shall be well content if I have brought my point
home to you this evening in even a slight degree. There are compensations: and no outward changes of condition in life
can keep the nightingale of its eternal meaning from singing in all sorts of
different men’s hearts. That is the main fact to remember. If we could not only
admit it with our lips, but really and truly believe it, how our convulsive
insistencies, how our antipathies and dreads of each other, would soften down!
If the poor and the rich could look at each other in this way, sub specie
xternitatis, how gentle would grow their disputes! what tolerance and good
humor, what willingness to live and let live, would come into the world! THE
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How nice the world would/could be! Thanks for sharing that!
ReplyDeleteOne of my favorite WJ essays, glad you found it.
ReplyDeleteI've added a link to the whole essay.
DeleteAnd btw, I posted an excerpt from What Makes a Life Significant just last Tuesday, in that piece about Chautauqua-"Passive happiness is slack and insipid"
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