Thomas Paine (by Laurent Dabos 1792) |
Jeff––Saturday
In December 1776, as America struggled through the bitter early days of its Revolutionary War, philosopher and author Thomas Paine penned eight words that ring as true today as they did 248 years ago. They’re the opening line to the first in a series of pamphlets titled “The Crisis,” published by Paine under the pseudonym Common Sense seeking to rally American Colonists to labor on in their fight for freedom.
Here are those words and the four sentences that follow:
“THESE are the times that try men's souls. The summer soldier and the sunshine patriot will, in this crisis, shrink from the service of their country; but he that stands by it now, deserves the love and thanks of man and woman. Tyranny, like hell, is not easily conquered; yet we have this consolation with us, that the harder the conflict, the more glorious the triumph. What we obtain too cheap, we esteem too lightly: it is dearness only that gives everything its value. Heaven knows how to put a proper price upon its goods; and it would be strange indeed if so celestial an article as FREEDOM should not be highly rated.”
A dozen more paragraphs follow this most celebrated one, and for those who wish to see it all, here’s a link.
If you wonder why I chose this moment to quote that passage, all I can offer is the excuse made famous by American comedian Flip Wilson: “the devil made me do it.”
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Progress is slow, sometimes reversed and lost, but inch by inch, step by step, slowly we advance. This, too, we will survive.
ReplyDeleteI never took you for a "cockeyed optimist." In other words:
DeleteWhen the sky is bright canary yellow
I forget ev'ry cloud I've ever seen
So they called me a cockeyed optimist
Immature and incurably green
I have heard people rant and rave and bellow
That we're done and we might as well be dead
But I'm only a cockeyed optimist
And I can't get it into my head
I hear the human race
Is fallin' on its face
And hasn't very far to go
But ev'ry whip-poor-will
Is sellin' me a bill
And tellin' me it just ain't so
I could say life is just a bowl of Jello
And appear more intelligent and smart
But I'm stuck like a dope
With a thing called hope
And I can't get it out of my heart
Not this heart
That's me, just hangin' out with Rodgers and Hammerstein on a South Pacific atoll, waiting for Mitzi Gaynor to arrive.
ReplyDeleteFrom AA: Gee, Bro. Are you really joining the optimistic side of the family. What a wonderful outcome. Of course, I agree 100% that what the world needs now is a LOT more PAINE and a lot fewer pains.
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