Now, optimism was the foundation on which McGraw strove to build up
character. Optimism permeated every part of our life there. From a
narrow environment we looked out hopefully into broadening distances.
Every year some confident youth told us from the college rostrum in
rounded sentences that life was worth living; that sickness, poverty,
disappointment, the countless evils which dog our footsteps, were nothing
in the scale against the boon of opportunity. Every morning in chapel
the doctor voiced our gratitude for the privilege of living and working.
And now over heads that moved in such charged airs the Professor cast his
pall of pessimism. He took his text from Solomon, and found that all was
vanity. It mattered little whether or not what he said was true. He
believed it to be true, and for the moment at least his incisive voice
and long forefinger carried with them conviction. He railed at the old
dictum that man was God's noblest work. The ordinary dog, he declared,
was more pleasing to the eye than the ordinary man, and the life of the
ordinary dog more to be envied than that of the ordinary man. Knowledge
only lifted us above the animal to be more buffeted by a complexity of
desires. The greatest thing in the world was self, and even the roots of
our goodness burrowed down into the depths where the ego was considering
its own comfort either in this world or the next. The proud man for whom
the universe was made was nothing but a fragile thread of memories
wrapped in soft tissue, packed away in a casket of bone, and made easily
portable by a pair of levers called legs. After countless ages spent on
earth seeking the true source of happiness men were still countless ages
from agreement. One half sought by goodness to attain happiness in
immortality; the other in Nirvana. One half found the shadow of
happiness in inertia, in stupefaction, a mere satisfying of physical
needs; the other in motion, joining in the mad procession which we call
so boastfully Progress. By accident of birth we were of the progressive
half and we paraded around and around, puffed up with pride of our little
accomplishment, until we fell exhausted and another took our place.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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