Apophenia

Not the physically fit but the suitable, according to Herbert Spencer, will survive. Obliquely, the promiscuous Oscar Wilde is somewhat odd in his flamboyance because he prefers the beautiful over the good. While on the other spectrum, a Machiavellian notion of being feared than loved in its plangent dictum foreshadows the nimble bestiality of our age. However, the great opus came last from the jocular solipsism of one Jean Paul Sartre quote: ‘Hell is other people..’

We are heading towards a great schism and Ramon Bong Revilla Jr. shall be the almighty herald of no throne. Throughout history and civilization, men rose and fell victims to great divides. In his essays, Ralph Waldo Emerson a sturdy believer of dualism, obstinately concocted his own chiaroscuro of moral equivalence wherein he teaches men to chastise perfection. Just like the two eclat’s, Drilon and Abad, although standing on the opposite platform of philanthropy but they are the dazzling image of the lower kind whom soothsayers despised but most beloved by moralist bigot. Nevertheless, history speaks in scandals. And the more polarized people become, the sharper will the social contrast be.

Every singular occurrence of even the rarest happenstance leaves an imprint that either defines a heterogeneous piece or divides the homogeneous whole. Unacceptable or not, society is a bordello timidly reigned by a lowly plebeian duenna who is forever indebted to the luscious few. Lamentable as it may seem, but society feeds on illusion and sprouts in desperation.

Is such morbidity surreal? Are we still in the natural course of the heavenly orbit? Is choice chance? Well, men tower through wit, and wit is no character, but character is destiny. Case in point, Ferdinand Marcos was almost the perfect specimen of flesh and fate contra NoyNoy Aquino who is nothing but conical head made of downy and fur. The former is a discombobulated digression of puritanism gone sullen while the later is a self-righteous incarnadine ecru with a rare misogynistic illness. Both perhaps are the faultless exemplification of what a favored fortune is but savagely demarcated by wit.

In the strict context of rigid rhetoric and literary rigmarole, words become meaningless if not experienced. The man of poverty will forever wonder the glory of power. While the powerful shall insatiably desire for eternal beauty. And the beautiful shall drown in complete envy before the glutton. And gluttony remains to be a word alien to the scarce vocabulary of the man of poverty. Therefore, let us further adumbrate the classification of man. Each shall stand distant to the other for after all, hell is other people.

About the author: Jasonjes Monteclar is a practicing broadcaster/commentator in one of the respected radio stations in Cebu City. He is a former professor in Social Sciences and loves to dip into books from Plato, Sartre, Kant and Nietzsche. He has extensive knowledge concerning one or more of the fields of ethics,aesthetics, epistemology, logic, metaphysics, as well as social philosophy and political philosophy.