Originally posted by NewAgeMan
reply to post by arpgme
Humility is not to be confused with humiliation. It's being true to one's self AND the other both. It's the only decent way to be. To lose one's
humility in favor of pride would be like losing one's sense of humor.
Humiliation lends its part to humility. Humility is the ability to take humiliation, stress, and pain of all kinds; and then still retain the ability
to not only suffer it, but also to forgive, and even more, not just because it is right to do, but because one understands that in order to suffer
humiliation and pain, it must also have been allowed, and also therefore, even preordained, for a perfect purpose.
Is it pride that causes a man to die for other people? In this current world, we understand that sacrifices are made so that the weak may still live.
So then, we also realize that in this current world, the only reason the weak have a place at all is because the strong had humility to be destroyed
in favor of the weaker, and that they might thrive; even knowing that the weaker will be more ignorant as to the purpose, and possibly even completely
deluded to the degree that they believe that they received good because they deserved it.
And the humble one understands that they are dying for those very same people that will claim that they deserve the good life that they have
So then it can be argued that pride has its place: for if it were not for the prideful, then the humble would not be named because the deeds of the
humble wouldn't be known if it weren't for the prideful and their inherent inability to be strong and to take the inevitable punishment that is to
be received in this world made cruel by the agencies of darkness and men.
But then if this is the case, the argument is nearly pointless. But the argument is not for the sake of those who believe in their pride. The
argument is for the sake of strengthening those that already knew the truth, but might have been led astray by the illusion of strength that
characters of a seemingly, and yet dubious, intelligence wish to portray in hopes legislating the transfiguration of the humble into their footstool;
their feeble and fleeting wisdom, standing on the shoulders of dead giants, their throne.
But how ironic isn't it? That the prideful have the need to set the humble underneath their feet. But it is only nature, because the prideful
wouldn't have a place to set their foot if it weren't for the humble. I think there is a modicum of gratitude owed here to the humble then.
As well, thrones and tombs of knowledge will be broken down and will be burnt up. But the ground, though it may be plowed, though it may be burnt,
though it may be shoveled; though it may be pillaged, and be made dry, or be flooded: the ground will always be there, waiting for the next step of
those who walk on their own two feet and hold their chin up high. And those with their two feet with their chin held up high; these very same will
soon become that very dust upon which they walked. And then what will they say? Nothing; but they will take the place of the dirt they once
trampled. And the dirt they once trampled will be reshaped, and made perfect, and will be made higher than before. And will the prideful then
complain? Dirt can do nothing unless someone pours the water of life into it, and shapes it, and molds it, and causes it to move. Will the clay
worker keep clay that demands of its creator, and speaks against him, and looks down upon all his other works? The clay worker will break that one
down, and never use that dirt again; but instead, that dirt will be used to fill a hole elsewhere, and other dirt will be used, and tested, and tried.
And the clay that is good, and speaks praises of the clay worker's creativity, and is at the service of the clay worker, that clay will the clay
worker keep. And that clay will be cooked in the heat to make sure that no cracks appear when it dries of its water. If a few cracks appear, the
clay worker will not want to get rid of it, but instead will seek to repair it. If the clay can be repaired, it will be repaired, and tested again.
And if that clay keeps its form in the heat, then will the clay worker keep it, and dress it, and decorate it, and keep it as a memory of his perfect
handiwork. But all the clay that breaks up in the heat, and that cannot be repaired, all that clay will be broken back down and thrown into the holes
to fill the holes up. And once the clay worker has found all the good clay and has separated all of the good clay from the bad clay, then the work
will be done. And all of the bad clay will be underfoot for the rest of time; no individuality will exist, but all will be ground. And all the good
clay will exist forever, having been preserved, and dressed, and made perfect for the clay worker forever.