The column of the blind

There isn't a person in the world, whose life wouldn't be the result of his schooling and the environment, in which he made his career. Some got their hands on a lot this way, others might consider their share not worth the trouble, but both have only the one life that they've lived.

How many people feel the need to move to another upbringing? And how many people would know what that would be?

On my part, affirmative on the former and rather incompletely on the latter. The last high tide rolled in with the hippies amongst people, who had their lives still ahead of them, who dreamed and didn't take stock of what they'd witnessed, but a desire to learn new things has hardly the same cohesiveness as a realisation of the inadequacy of one's situation.

People overall though are both untroubled and incurious.

I was watching magnum, p.i. lately and noticed a rather pronounced desire on part of the writers to balance curiosity and harmony. My overall estimation of the series is positive, but only a few of the venues curiosity pursues in it lead to anything interesting, and although the series reaches both into the past and into the future as any spiritual effort of value would, it is quite clearly nothing more than the laying out of a handful of questions that a group of people had at the time, mostly revolving around choice and fate.

It is a contribution however. But overall there are very few contributions to the question of eudaimonia.

There is only great untroubledness and incuriosity.

And yet there are a fashionably many people, who support actions of eudaimonic relevance. The outrage hasn't even begun to sink in, but eventually it will soak the probe in human form to gut-wrenching levels. People will have to be put into their proper places.

Meanwhile I marvel at the continued hubris of those who don't take their own existence into account, not because of a pledge to God, but because of their worldly distractedness. It is as if they were addicts and their idols poison. It is as if they were inebriated, serving a will other than their own, the will of predictability, perhaps, for there is great demand for it in this world of shunned reliability and there are many who unconsciously comply.