Peace, Joy, Etc., Pt. Three: Right With the Universe
I can no longer think that I’m right with the universe in any moral sense. My actions can never conform to some ultimate moral law since there is no such thing. And I can therefore never rationally justify any of the thoughts or feelings of fulfillment or righteousness that might follow from such conforming. And I refuse to try to deceive myself into such thoughts or feelings.
But that stubborn rationality and honesty may itself create some consolation. I am right with the universe in this sense: I see it. I face it. I accept it. To the best of my ability, I am conforming my mind to the universe. I am making a faithful effort in that direction.
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Another consolation I can draw is the approximation to comfort or peace that comes from being at rock bottom. The world can do nothing to disappoint or disillusion me. It can hurt me in countless ways, of course—but I don’t think it can surprise me. Nor do I think that my views can become any more bleak. So in this sense I am secure, and at rest, and safe.