Who Could Have Guessed?

Who could have guessed that reading, reflection, and a comfort with solitude would render an individual unapproachable? I certainly could not in the past because those activities and quality typically displayed themselves as silence, furrowed brows, and distinct manners. Only through curiosity and suspension of judgment did I learn the meaning of these signs.

Add to the individual a human quality historically and habitually considered to indicate a biological inability for reflective thought and independence of character,  and the individual becomes a blatant enigma. Of course, those who do not understand often are typically unaware of their ignorance and tend to lack the discipline to resist the slavery of prejudice. So, they sometimes feign innocence and sometimes accuse the enigma of hostility and immaturity.

The situation is enough to inspire pity, fury, and a desire to educate those who do not understand. Is there any activity that necessitates doubt, uncertainty, and curiosity more than engaging with human beings who by their very nature, are mutable, elusive, and so often mysterious? Yet, the task of changing the manners of others is tediously exhausting and takes time away from enjoying a mortal life. For now, the uncertainty regarding the resolution of the matter is our burden to bear.

“The imagination serves us only when the mind is absolutely free of any prejudice. A single prejudice suffices to cool off the imagination. This whimsical part of the mind is so unbridled as to be uncontrollable. Its greatest triumphs, its most eminent delights consist in smashing all the restraints that oppose it. Imagination is the enemy of all norms, the idolater of all disorder and of all that bears the color of crime.” – Marquis de Sade (1740-1814)