The Logos Club has laid dormant for sometime due to various demands of private business, mainly my personal work – but this is only a partial explanation for inactivity. It is, I admit, rather unforgivable – the abject laziness with which I have treated the project. But every cloud has a silver lining and the lining of this particular thunderhead is a conscious realization of one’s own hypocrisy. For many years I have railed against the particularly American strand of passivity and procrastination, the mind parasite which whispers through one’s own tongue, “I shall just do it later.” But alas, later rarely ever comes.
I’ve long theorized that this modality of thought arose out of the resplendent affluence of the Western World and given that America is objectively the most affluent of all the Western Powers it stands to reason that the ethos of the pampered would be more starkly represented among it’s populace whose most frequent troubles seem to be whether or not they can acquire the newest iPhone or video game before their counterparts or whether or not they have that one table in the back reserved at their favorite ethnic restaurant.
But procrastination is rather more than simply putting something off, as with every other commonality of thought or action, it is a mirror which reveals a new layer of one’s self that had previously been muddied, mired and hidden. As I have argued before, there is little true cleavage between ideas and people, that is, there is seldom any differentiation to be made between thoughts/beliefs and the ego/identities. For after all, if a Christian believes not in the resurrection, nor in any precept of the faith in what sense is he a Christian at all? And if he does and cleaves to such precepts with a zealot’s fastidiousness how could you possibly argue against his beliefs without arguing against the man himself? You could not. I mention this to demonstrate the reason it is so very difficult to hold one’s self to account and take one’s self to task for some internal failing – doing so, in no uncertain terms, requires that one attack one’s self.
Who, after all, enjoys tearing one’s self down? Very few, of a certainty! Yet this, I believe, is a woeful mistake, for if you know the faults in your own armor then patchworks can be crafted and the fissures sealed – and all this before the tournament! And is it not advantageous to plate the chest before the lance-strike and not after?