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  •  It may also be resentment of happiness (16+ / 0-)

    We've had this thread of history since at least the Puritan days - ironically, since Boston was founded - that some rightly sit in judgment of who is and is not deserving of happiness, and those who are undeservedly happy should be deprived of life, liberty and every good thing. And that doing so is not only just and admirable but a kind of godly duty that must not be shirked...lest one become undeserving of happiness in turn.

    Even when it costs nothing at all to live and let live, the compulsory duty to afflict the undeservedly happy remains embedded in far too many hearts.

    As for how the Puritans acted out this task: Ask the Narragansett. Ask the Penobscot. Ask any First Nation that chanced across.

    And then go down the Eastern Seaboard of North America, and then the entire coast of the New World, and ask the rest of the Native Americans how Europeans, godly souls all, addressed the topic of their undeserved happiness.

    The answer, repeated along tens of thousands of miles of shoreline, over the course of half a thousand years of time, is uniformly one of uncompromising cruelty.

    This is who and what we come from.

    It does not have to be who and what are now.

    Some want to revel in what they come from - but not us.

    We intend to be better tomorrow than we were the day before.

    I don't expect this to be an easy row to hoe. What we do outrages our rivals to no end. What we do is tough, frustrating work full of setbacks.

    And yet we are no longer a species of small, occasionally-cannibalistic hunter-gatherer bands.

    So I think the impulse of progress is getting someplace good. Someday.

    •  all true (6+ / 0-)

      Having grown up in New England, I learned the "nice" history at first. Later, I learned to dig for more information on that and on all our various histories.

      I think both of our comments combined probably come fairly close to what's so -- that fear pushes back at change, and that the impulse for change and improvement is met by resistance.

      So, here's to keeping on keeping on.

      There is no question that there is an unseen world. The problem is, how far is it from Midtown and how late is it open? -- Woody Allen

      by Mnemosyne on Sat Apr 20, 2013 at 11:05:18 AM PDT

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    •  Deep stuff here, friend, (0+ / 0-)

      though I wish you'd rephrased the bit about impulse of progress.
      Great diary, and comments.
      Thanks.

      •  How would you have rephrased it? (1+ / 0-)
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        •  You got me thinking (and rambling) (0+ / 0-)

          --about the ancients' "Call no man happy until he is dead",
          --about Job's happiness, resented and cut short, power being a condition of shared survival...[I was struck by Answer to Job many years ago],
          - and our conquering foreparents' demanding respect and adoration for their culture, as a condition for happiness and even survival.
          I admire the urgency of your diary and comments, and share your optimism about welcome signs in this crisis.
          I guess its the word progress that put me off [especially as in progressive v. conservative]. There's no roadmap now at multiple  levels, no established Way, no guiding authority.

          Human heritage and achievements have always had to be recontextualized to meet the challenges of the next time. The conquest of nature, world views/beliefs, respect for State Authority, Individual Freedoms.., forms of social organization. All have, again and again been reprioritized and remade.

          We now know time is short. What's needed is for all of us (humans) to set aside our favorite props and find the way to make life possible for our grandchildren, their grandchildren, and so on.
          If we dont, it wont be.

          Sorry to be late with this. Caregiving 24/7

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