The chapter, “In the Shadow of the
Acropolis” is fascinating. Time and time again, in biographies of people who
have shaped the history of the world, to characters in books and poems and
movies and songs, I’ve seen strivings after glory, after kleos. The idea of
living on in stories and statues, of still somehow existing on earth by the
imprint you leave behind. I’ve heard this on the smaller scale as well, even
with people who aren’t concerned with the idea of being the main character in
an epic: “You live on in the hearts of those that love you.” This insipid small
scale sentimentality bothers me as much as the ALL-CAPS striving kleos. I have
two reasons for this.
First,
let’s examine the small scale kleos, the idea that we “live on in the hearts of
others.” It’s just dumb. Other people’s memories of us don’t effect our state
of being dead (no matter whether we’re in heaven or simply in oblivion). But
say it did. That somehow, some part of our being lived on in the memories of
others. They’re gonna die too. And their memories could live on in the hearts
of others, but mine would now be cut off. Unless mine lived on as a parasite to
their memory, or perhaps if it worked like the six degrees of Kevin Bacon. So
either way you look at it, the small scale kleos is meaningless or eventually
becomes so.
Second, we
have the epic strivings of kleos. If I want to dedicate all my money to a
hospital to help children with cancer, and I want to do that because I’d like
my name on the wall, we can all agree that that’s a selfish and shallow goal.
My actions can end up helping others, but that is not the intent of them at
all. If I become a politician in order to “make my name,” then I’m not going to
be an honest or consistent politician; my mind will always be preoccupied with
myself. Narcassism also discovers itself to be purposeless. I could make it to
a museum, where people go. Large groups of middle-schoolers on field-trips go
to museums, and usually make more fun of the exibits than they learn from them.
Would this negative reaction to my memory be detrimental to my dead self? If
kleos affects e after death, would crude and silly mockery of me cause damage?
I
find the strivings after glory for glory’s sake to be shallow and prone to
actions which aren’t admirable.
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