Every U.S. citizen including all newborn babies owe a $46,000 as their share of national debt.
I suppose that I could really go off the deep end here about the national debt of the United States of America. That is not what my thought is today. I rarely, if ever think about our national debt. It gets expressed in numbers so large that they actually mean nothing to me. It is therefore time for me to introduce you to a cultural form of indebtedness that doesn't get much play here in North America. It is what I want to translate into English as the Debt of Good Conscience. I am calling it that from the concept of the debt culture of countries in Asia and other parts of the world. In the Philippines, the Tagalog culture calls it Utang sa loob. That is to say, Internal debt (internally known through a sense of gratitude). In the Ilokano culture. It is called Utang a naimbag a nakem. Good will debt. I have heard that other cultures have a similar cultural idea of moral indebtedness but I am not familiar with them, so I will stick to what I know. This is a more complex form of indebtedness than appears on the surface. There is a part of this debt that can never be repaid. That which is "owed" to parents, close relatives, siblings and other special people who have participated in the person's upbringing. There is another level of debt that is generated by the "normal" exchange activities of life. The relationship to the school teacher, the minister, the employer, the friend's parents and the friend, of course. This is a debt that can generally be satisfied through the gentile and polite exchanges that take place between people throughout life. We have a level of this in our culture as well. We usually call it "social pressure" or "social obligation." We also catch ourselves saying things like, "I really have to got to this birthday party. They do so much for us." As you know, we have a lot of this that goes on in life, but we don't seem to have a good name for it yet.
The highest form of this debt is practically impossible to wipe clean. Most often the principals on either side of the debt scale die before the slate can be wiped clean. In some cultures, the person who leaves a large debt hanging out there is judged to be unworthy of a happy situation in the after life. Does that sound familiar? I don't know about you, but I've heard something akin to that in certain circumstances during my life.
Frankly, I more often than not, feel like I have some "debts of good conscience" out there that I will never be able to pay off. I also, frankly, try to smooth it over by being nice to others in the hope of putting the scales into balance. I hope that somehow that will work. I have one hanging out there that bugs me a lot. If I ever get the courage, I'll tell you about it. who knows, maybe if I publish it on the Internet, a solution might present itself. Now there's a thought. I think I will sleep on it first. It is a nice story, until it gets to the point where I goof. The more I think of it, the more I know I'm going to tell you about it.
As far as the USA national debt goes, my suggestion is, forget it. There's nothing we can do about it anyway.
This is a "fun" autobiography with some serious stuff occasionally. You should expect occasional statements of opinion that may not match yours. Do not expect "adult" content. That doesn't mean that this is a childish mental exercise.
Showing posts with label Conscience. Show all posts
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Wednesday, November 30, 2011
Tuesday, October 25, 2011
CONSCIENCE DOES MAKES COWARDS OF US ALL [HAMLET]
Are you sure it is conscience that makes us cowards, or is it just plain ol' fear? It is my thought that conscience is such a deeply personal reality that it is not contributory to cowardice. It is my opinion [thought?] that anyone who follows the directions [notice I did not say "dictates'] of conscience is not a coward. Allow me to give you an example or two.
1. I eat dog meat, you all know that. Some of you would never do that because you think that it is disgusting and outright morally wrong. I differ. I have many reasons, but none of them is on point here. Suffice it to say here, that I do not consider it to be immoral, period.
2. I also eat horse meat. By the bye, I do eat my veggies too.
3. I drink alcohol.
4. I gamble.
My conscience allows me to do these things and nothing you say or do is going to change my conscience about them. That's cowardice?
Things I do not do.
1. I don't take bribes. Never did [some have been offered], never will.
2. I don't fear death [I can't remember when, and if, I ever did] and I talk about it willingly and without compunction.
3. I don't believe in dodging the truth. I believe in personal accountability even if it means having to swallow my own bitter medicine.
4. I don't miss work. I believe in perfect attendance at work, and I believe in being there on time every day.
5. I don't follow immoral commands from anybody. I've left jobs over this one. Got fired once too.
My conscience guides me through that too. If that be cowardice, then so be it.
I do admit that in some areas my conscience is less authoritarian than in the above 9. But even then I would never call myself a coward for having followed my conscience.
I also have to admit that I have sometimes done some things more out of fear of authority than out of conviction that my conscience was the sole guide at the moment. This has happened to me in my adult life as well as during my adolescent years. For a couple of years I was delegated to attend a noon meeting one time per month as a part of my work duties. For the entire time I went to the meeting, got there just before the meal was to be served, did not imbibe any alcohol and went back to work immediately after the meeting. I never frittered my time away by swerving off track with a ready made pretext handy for getting back to work later than usual, or not at all. I admit, that sometimes that was conscience. Sometimes it was pure cowardice. I knew the difference then and I know the difference now.
So, Prince Hamlet, take that. I don't agree with you. Conscience does not make cowards, conscience makes heroes.
I rest my case for the argument that there should therefore be no crying at my funeral. I knew what I was doing then, and I know what I am doing now.
Amen. Amen. Amen.
1. I eat dog meat, you all know that. Some of you would never do that because you think that it is disgusting and outright morally wrong. I differ. I have many reasons, but none of them is on point here. Suffice it to say here, that I do not consider it to be immoral, period.
2. I also eat horse meat. By the bye, I do eat my veggies too.
3. I drink alcohol.
4. I gamble.
My conscience allows me to do these things and nothing you say or do is going to change my conscience about them. That's cowardice?
Things I do not do.
1. I don't take bribes. Never did [some have been offered], never will.
2. I don't fear death [I can't remember when, and if, I ever did] and I talk about it willingly and without compunction.
3. I don't believe in dodging the truth. I believe in personal accountability even if it means having to swallow my own bitter medicine.
4. I don't miss work. I believe in perfect attendance at work, and I believe in being there on time every day.
5. I don't follow immoral commands from anybody. I've left jobs over this one. Got fired once too.
My conscience guides me through that too. If that be cowardice, then so be it.
I do admit that in some areas my conscience is less authoritarian than in the above 9. But even then I would never call myself a coward for having followed my conscience.
I also have to admit that I have sometimes done some things more out of fear of authority than out of conviction that my conscience was the sole guide at the moment. This has happened to me in my adult life as well as during my adolescent years. For a couple of years I was delegated to attend a noon meeting one time per month as a part of my work duties. For the entire time I went to the meeting, got there just before the meal was to be served, did not imbibe any alcohol and went back to work immediately after the meeting. I never frittered my time away by swerving off track with a ready made pretext handy for getting back to work later than usual, or not at all. I admit, that sometimes that was conscience. Sometimes it was pure cowardice. I knew the difference then and I know the difference now.
So, Prince Hamlet, take that. I don't agree with you. Conscience does not make cowards, conscience makes heroes.
I rest my case for the argument that there should therefore be no crying at my funeral. I knew what I was doing then, and I know what I am doing now.
Amen. Amen. Amen.
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