I’ve been thinking about nobility lately.
See the association?
Nobility’s up for me these days because I need the uplift.
A fellow blogger cries out, from time to time and with great passion, against cruelty.
Our subject here is of course “animals” — but I myself don’t differentiate between cruelty to animals, and just plain cruelty.
Cruelty scares me to death. It seems possible only if such people have become completely cut off from the world of feeling. Cut off from, unknowing of, any world wider than just their own petty devices and desires. Surely cruelty is cloaked in stupidity and indifference — surely as a dodge against the awful, potent cocktail of frustration and rage that must lurk underneath.
Spending time and company with people like you, who join me in caring for the miracle of life that is, in my case, the Very Strange Cat who shares life with me, is the healing antidote I need. Otherwise, I can’t endure the scars I bear, myself, from having suffered just this kind of stupid cruelty. Inflicted on me by another person who so suffered, and on and on it goes.
He recalls this catchy quote, from Titus Andronicus:
“Sweet mercy is nobility’s true badge.”
Course, it’s said by a vanquished mother begging Titus to spare the life of her son, and does he? not, and then what happens to Titus after that – well, one of Shakespeare’s most gruesome cautionaries against the accumulation of bad karma. . . .
So for me, this is it:
Life shows up, in ways we would not choose if we had any say – and how do we cope, move, with grace and nobility?
Not easy. You, we, all sentient beings, need great care.
Photo of Nelson’s Column thanks to David Castor