BIMBO CABIDOG
Conflicting thoughts
have tried to explain who man is. Philosophy says he is a “rational animal.”
But the more pundits struggle to clarify the phrase, the more they get
confused. Rationality itself would become a subject of endless discussion, and so much trouble.
Why am I
discussing the subject anyway? Is it really important to know? Maybe not.
Ninety nine percent of all the people on earth may not care what being human is
all about. And so far, neither philosophy nor science may have satisfactory answer.
But the great thinker
Socrates said, “Know thy self,” with very good reason. Part of knowing what to
do is comprehending one’s identity. To be satisfied in life is partly to
fulfill a purpose as human being.
Purpose has
driven man to change creation. Since the first modern humans appeared around
200,000 years ago, the newcomers would leave a distinct mark on earth. The mark
drew their identity. Over millennia, human hands would carve a different kind
of planet than ever before.
The imprint of man
is all over the world today. He has remade and reshaped it. With the infusion of
language and later the written word, humans would transform it after their distinct
collective purposes.
But unlike God
looking at the vast array of creation, and seeing that it was all good, man could
not be certain about the worthiness of what he has done. For sure, he keeps on changing
things. He is not satisfied, to rest like God in the seventh day of creation.
He could not
bring himself to fully enjoy what is happening. Many a times, he agonizes over the
consequences of how he lives, or the life he chooses to lead. The common human
story hasn’t been that of the proverbial happy-ending type.
Lots of time, man
absorbs the cruel blows of fate, and bows to tragic defeat when the curtain
falls. He treads a vale of tears under the shadow of death because of frequent miscalculations.
This is the result of reinventing himself after his narrow thought, rather than
just enjoying the image and likeness the Creator has made him to be.
His woes are thus
borne out by what he wants the world to be in conformity with what he sees
himself must be. He does not go so far in the journey of reengineering earth in
accordance with his aims when a messy and murky life takes over.
What has progress
gotten man into? It looks more like a perilous existence heeding towards self-destruction
than a place in heaven.
Despite the far-reaching
headways that he has blazed in science and technology, man is still buffeted by
fates beyond his power to shape. Elusiveness continues to frustrate his search for
the ideal state of being that he can finally be happy and contented.
The feeling of
emptiness drives him to find meaning and purpose in life. But what he finds is how
impossible it is to comprehend both. Empowering victories in every chosen strife
would not keep him from not only losing control of his life, but losing himself.
Can he choose
not to work? Because he can’t, though he abhors it, he strains to convince himself
that he loves it. Actually, it is the thought of having no choice. He must labor,
for he believes that is what living is for. Fear of not living forces him to
toil, to earn a living.
He must spell his
guts out in drudgery to buy food to eat, pay rent, wear decent clothes, and be
the human being he should be. A queer sort of reasoning harnesses him to
slavery as if it is the law of nature and God.
But even if it
is made clear that the God he believes in, and not drudgery, is the One who
gives life; and even if the fact is that He has already given it to him without
any term or condition, he keeps harping on the wrong notion that he must yet get
it from some give-and-take arrangement in the marketplace.
He insists that
God helps only those who help themselves ignoring the truth that Jesus Christ has
stated: the Son of God came to take under His care those who are weak and lost.
In other words, He came to help those who cannot help themselves.
Name a ruler in
this world with all the might at his command who nonetheless has not turned
helpless one way or the other and needs an extended hand. Cite a strong man who
has not sometime pitifully been unable to get over a hump and aches for a push.
If sinful mortals can give it to them, how much more can the most loving God?
Alexander the
Great, Agamemnon, Darius the Great, Tamerlane, Julius Caesar, Nero, Genghis
Khan, Napoleon Bonaparte, Ivan the Terrible and Adolf Hitler arrogated unto themselves the
power to crush tens of thousands in the way of their advance. But they could
only stop the advance of age and physical deterioration by early death.
“This is an
evil among all things that are done under the sun, that there is one event unto
all: yea, also the heart of the sons of men is full of evil, and madness is in
their heart while they live, and after that they go to the dead,” according to Ecclesiastes 9:3. Such fate is writ
for anyone.
Harry Truman had
the power to unleash the world’s first weapon of mass destruction on any
population on earth. As president of the United States, when the atom bomb was
wheeled into commission for war purpose, he had at the tip of his fingers the choice
whether or not to mete instant death to hundreds of thousands of innocent
people across the globe.
One day, he chose
to give the go signal to drop the bomb on the Japanese cities of Hiroshima and
Nagasaki. Its detonation instantly incinerated tens of thousands of innocent folks
in a blinding flash of the horrific mushroom cloud.
By unleashing
the weapon of mass destruction, Truman has introduced to the world the terror
of the most powerful man on earth having the option to slaughter a whole
population. But where did he go several years after? The butcher and the
butchered joined the same mortal fate. He was so powerful as to kill people en
masse, but could not prevent his own death.
Packing all
that lethal force, the atom bomb yet could not secure a nation from the
existential threats surging around it. And a rebellious generation would rise
to express those depths of angst and insecurity through anti-establishment
clashes.
“For to him
that is joined to all the living there is hope: for a living dog is better than
a dead lion.” The Ecclesiastes once more admonishes.
In the final
analysis, no matter how grandiose a life one leads, his human lot will always be
that piece of ground to go in when the time comes. Now, there is the man who
conquered earth but could not help ending six feet under it.