The Expositor's Bible: The Book of ProverbsHorton, Robert F. (Robert Forman)
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The Expositor's Bible: The Book of Proverbs
Horton, Robert F. (Robert Forman)
Bible. Proverbs -- Commentaries
The truth is that every man is not only a "self," a personality, but
he is a very complex being made up of many relations with other men.
He is a son, a brother, a friend, a father, a citizen. Suppose him to
be stripped of all sonship, brotherhood, friendship, fatherhood, and
citizenship; there is left, not a _man_, but a mere _self_, and that
is his hideous condemnation. In the same way, a woman that is neither
daughter, nor sister, nor wife, nor friend, nor ministrant, does not
deserve the grand name of woman; she is a mere _self_, a point of
exigent and querulous desires. The most appalling discovery in a great
city is that multitudes have become mere _selves_,--hungry, hollow,
ravening, thirsty, shrivelled selves. The father and mother are dead,
or left far away, probably never known; no one is brother to them,
they are brothers to no one. Friend has no significance to their
understanding, or means only one who, from most interested motives,
ministers to their craving appetites; they are not citizens of London,
nor of any other city; they are not Englishmen, though they were born
in England, nor have they any other nationality,--hideous, clamorous,
esurient selves, nothing more. An old Greek saying declared that one
who lives alone is either a god or a wild beast;[492] while, as we
have already seen, there are a few of the isolated ones who are
isolated from noble and even Divine motives, the vast majority are in
this condition because they have fallen from the level of humanity
into the roving and predatory state of wild animals, that seek their
meat by night and lurk in a lonely lair by day.
The "sound wisdom" against which the isolated rage is nothing less
than the kindly law which makes us men, and ordains that we should not
live to ourselves alone, but should fulfil our noble part as members
one of another. The Social Instinct is one of two or three striking
characteristics which mark us out as human: a man by himself is only
an animal, and a very poor animal too; in size he is far beneath the
greatest of the creatures that inhabit land and sea; he is not as
swift as the winged denizens of the air; his strength in proportion to
his bulk is debility compared with that of the tiniest insects. His
distinction in the creation, and his excelling dignity, are derived
from the social relations which make him in combination strong, in the
intercourse of speech and thought, wise, and in the loving response of
heart to heart, noble. If by some unhappy accident a human being
wanders early from his place into the forests, is suckled by wild
beasts, and grows up among them, the result is an animal inconceivably
repulsive, fierce, cunning, and ugly; vulpine, but without the wolf's
agile grace; bearish, but without the bear's slow-pacing dignity.
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