Antique German clockwork tin toy

This plague has resurfaced age old, hard questions regarding public behaviors like wearing masks: “Should we via our governments impose these behaviors? If so, are we denying them moral choice and free will? Thus denied free will, does he cease being a man? Isn’t life sustained by the grinding opposition of these moral choice entities?”

These recalcitrant ones might respond “But what I do I do because I like to do. I see what is right and approve, but I do what is wrong. For it to exist goodness must be something chosen. In any event, there is no harm done other than in some possible future moment that may or may not any connection to me.”

To your scribe, moral law is an exquisite and unique invention of mankind for the disenfranchisement of the powerful in favor of the weak. History is full of laws and restrictions imposed by central powers that subverted moral law at every turn. Early on in my life I realized that folks could be very convincing by walloping anyone who disagreed with them or appeared to be considering doing so. Hence, my early distrust of new regulations as well as bullies.

So, maybe we should just ask “Is a man who chooses to be bad perhaps in some way better than a man who has the good imposed upon him? As well as, if man can only perform good, or only perform evil, then isn’t he just a simple clockwork — having the appearance of a living organism with vibrant colors, coursing with vital juices — a tin toy to be wound by a Divine or a Devil Almighty State?”

What’s it gonna be, friends? It’s not human to be totally good just as it is not human to be totally evil. Are there any limits to what can be imposed?

There is, in my opinion, not much point in living in our democracy unless we openly and honestly allow for the possibility of moral transformation and growth, or an increase in wisdom, operating in our fellow citizens (see how we tolerate anti-vaxxer parents). Otherwise, we must perforce embrace as fact that the human character is set — stone hard and irreformable — and that the human story is just some cosmic fable or allegory, populated with analogue characters performing their parts in accordance with preordained, five level, punched-paper tape programming.

As I end today’s chronicle, gentle readers, I am not young, not no longer, oh no. I as many others have grown up a bit, oh yes, not from government attempts to impose upon me — a creature of growth and capable of occasional sweetness — laws and conditions appropriate to mechanical toys. Against this I arise to call bullshit.

Be advised that you have my deepest apology if what I have written appears to be preachy; my intention, nay duty, was simply to show what I saw, heard and felt.

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