Saturday June 30th 2012 Tim
The word "Values" irritates the hell out of me, and I
think it has done for as far back as I can go. It always
comes with a smugness, and is usually accompanied by a door to door
saintliness, which those of us who remain puerile, long to see crucified
slowly and without benefit of vinegar. No doubt in my mind, this
attitude is completely unreasonable, and even more so now that I have
placed 'value' into a working definition of 'idea'.
I'd like to think my objection is rooted in an idea of
'values' as belonging to an annunciation of how things should be, which
derives from a sense of divine order, of knowing ones place, or belonging to
supply side economic theory and other such failures of imagination. A sort of Dantesque vision of heaven,
hell, all of which are nightmare. And I have had a dislike of the name
Dante ever since struggling through "The Comedy," as those without humor
refer to it. The phrase, "mother nature" and the word "pun" create
similar morass in me.