Big and Small

(Delicatessen in a war-zone)



A month ago, the same day that my son came to the World a priest was saying a speech at the (catholic) church where we were invited to a relative's ceremony.
He was addressing dozens of innocent children around ten years old with these exact words: "...You all have to promise that you will never put yourself first, that you will always sacrifice for others because thinking first in yourself is the worst sin of all..."
Perhaps it was the reason why my son tried to born at the church itself, tired, bored or worse feared about so much stupidity
In any case he came at the right moment to save us from continue hearing the priest's discourse and hurry to the hospital

And I suddenly understood that long night observing through the huge windows of the hospital's room at the distant lights of the city, that this is a war-zone, that the priest's message was not ingenuous, that the enemy is still building trenches outside, still poisoning the people's minds, still trying to make everyone (including probably themselves) unhappy, guilty, lost, weak, disappointed, low self-esteemed, coward, and the list goes on...

I suddenly also realized that it was perhaps somehow pointless trying to discuss in this blog small details about Objectivism, subtle differences with the original Ayn Rand's thoughts or ARI's position about some minor subjects, when in reality there was a war outside those dark glasses, in every corner of the temporarily dormant city, at every school, at every TV show, home and work place, inside every mind. The oldest war in the World, the war of good against evil.
Would some "internal" discussion make weaker a philosophy? Would some argument about a tree make people losing the forest? Would some little difference allow the enemy to attack with more chances to win? I don't know.

But well... Anyway and finally it is surely not pointless the exercise of the mind, the desire of going beyond, the need of using the intelligence. So from now on I will just try to put in this blog my own thoughts about my experience as objectivist. A little success here, a poem, a little discovery there... You never know who can read, you never know who could some idea be useful to.