Friday, October 22, 2010

How Strange Is The Lot Of Us Mortals - Satisfied With The Mysteries Of Lifes' Eternities

How strange is the lot of us mortals!  Each of us is here for a brief sojourn; for what purpose he knows not, though he sometimes thinks he senses it.  But without deeper reflection one knows from daily life that one exists for other people - first of all for those upon whose smiles and well-being our own happiness is wholly dependent, and then for the many, unknown to us, to whose destinies we are bound by the ties of sympathy.  A hundred times a day I remind myself in order to give in the same measure as I have received and am still receiving...

I have never looked upon ease and happiness as ends in themselves - this critical bias I call the ideal of a pigsty.  the ideals that hae lighted my way, and time after time have given me new courage to face life cheerfully have been Kindness, Beauty and Truth.  Without the sense of knship with men of like mind, without the occupation with the objective world, the eternally unattainable in the field of art and scientific endeavors, life would have seemed empty to me.  The trite objects of human efforts - possessions, outward success, luxury - have always seemed to me contemptible.

My passionaate sense of social justice and social responsibility has always contrasted sharply with my pronounced lack of need for direct contact with other human beings and human communities.  I am truly a 'lone traveler' and have never belonged to my country, my friends or even immediate family, with my whole heart; in the face of all those ties, I have never lost a sense of distance and a need for solitude.

My political ideal is democracy.  Let every man be respected as an individual and no man idolized.  It is an irony of fate that I myself have been the recipient of excessive admiration and reverence from my fellow-beings, through no fault, no merit of my own.  The cause of this may well be the desires, unattainable for many, to understand the few ideas to which I have with feeble powers attained through ceasesless struggle.  I am quite aware that for any organization to meet it's goals, one man must do the thinking and directing and generally bear the responsibility.  But the led must not be coerced, they must be able to choose their leader.  In my opinion, an autocratic system of leadership soon degenerates; force attracts men of low morality...the really valuable thing in the pageant of life seems to me not the political state, but the creative, sentient individual, the personality, it alone creates the noble and the sublime, while the herd as such remain dull in though and dull in feeling.

The topic brings me to that worst outcrop of herd life, the military system, which I abhor...this plague-spot of civilization ought to be abolished with all possible speed.  Heroism on command, senseless violence, and all the loathesmoe nonsense that goes by the name of patriotism - how passionately I hate them.

The most beautiful experience we can have is the mysterious.  It is the fundamental emotion that stands at the cradle of true art and science.  Whoever does not know it and can no longer wonder, no longer marvel, is as good as dead, and his eyes are dimmed.  It was the eperience of mystery - even mixed with fear - that engendered religion.  A knowledge of the existence of something we cannot penetrate, our perceptions of the profoundist reason and the most radiant beauty, which only in their most primitive forms are accessible to our minds:  it is this knowledge and this emotion that constitute true religiosity.  In this sense, only this sense, I am a deeply religious man - I am satisfied with the mystery of life's eternity and with a knowledge, as sense, of the marvelous structures of existence - as well as the humble attempt to understand even a tiny portion of the Reason that manifests itself in nature.

Albert Einstein

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