Omnia Vanitas
Vanitas vanitatum et omnia vanitas—Vanity of vanities, all is vanity.
Vanitas vanitatum" has rung in the ears
Of gentle and simple for thousands of years;
The wail still is heard, yet its notes never scare
Either simple or gentle from Vanity Fair.
Ecclesiastes said that "all is vanity,"
Most modern preachers say the same, or show it
By their examples of true Christianity:
In short, all know, or very short may know it.
(Don Juan, Lord Byron)
"Vanity is the fear of appearing original: it is thus a lack of pride, but not necessarily a lack of originality.” Nietszche
Vanity. It has been said all life is vanity: from the statesman, to the artist, to the scientist, even down to the bubbly hairdresser down the street. Vanity truly encompasses every sphere of life. It compels anchorites to suffer in deserts, saints to martyrdom, artists to huge canvases, writers to sonnets and turgid 1,000 page novels, woman to clothes and accessories and makeup, young males to gyms and steroids, businessmen to insatiable desires of money, and so on and so forth. It even—and perhaps most virulently (well, besides those cliquish adolescent girls, and their male counterparts)—affects philosophers. How long would some of these mammoth philosophical tomes be, if vanity were not part of the equation? Is vanity not the new universal? Now that man has been loosed free from his chains of community and culture, and believes, like Hamlet (Shakespeare predated and far surpassed many a 20th century philosopher), individual concerns are now preeminent—that ones questioning and understanding of ones own life and being is pre-eminent. Does this not fuel the fire for an all consuming vanity?
Tis all in pieces, all coherence gone,
All just supply, and all relation;
Prince, subject, father, son, are things forgot,
For every man alone thinks he hath got
To be a phoenix, and that then can be
None of that kind, of which he is, but he.
This is the world's condition now
John Donne
Is all now vanity now that the individual is the center of the universe? (or his/her own little ptolemaic sphere)
Vanitas vanitatum et omnia vanitas—Vanity of vanities, all is vanity.
Vanitas vanitatum" has rung in the ears
Of gentle and simple for thousands of years;
The wail still is heard, yet its notes never scare
Either simple or gentle from Vanity Fair.
Ecclesiastes said that "all is vanity,"
Most modern preachers say the same, or show it
By their examples of true Christianity:
In short, all know, or very short may know it.
(Don Juan, Lord Byron)
"Vanity is the fear of appearing original: it is thus a lack of pride, but not necessarily a lack of originality.” Nietszche
Vanity. It has been said all life is vanity: from the statesman, to the artist, to the scientist, even down to the bubbly hairdresser down the street. Vanity truly encompasses every sphere of life. It compels anchorites to suffer in deserts, saints to martyrdom, artists to huge canvases, writers to sonnets and turgid 1,000 page novels, woman to clothes and accessories and makeup, young males to gyms and steroids, businessmen to insatiable desires of money, and so on and so forth. It even—and perhaps most virulently (well, besides those cliquish adolescent girls, and their male counterparts)—affects philosophers. How long would some of these mammoth philosophical tomes be, if vanity were not part of the equation? Is vanity not the new universal? Now that man has been loosed free from his chains of community and culture, and believes, like Hamlet (Shakespeare predated and far surpassed many a 20th century philosopher), individual concerns are now preeminent—that ones questioning and understanding of ones own life and being is pre-eminent. Does this not fuel the fire for an all consuming vanity?
Tis all in pieces, all coherence gone,
All just supply, and all relation;
Prince, subject, father, son, are things forgot,
For every man alone thinks he hath got
To be a phoenix, and that then can be
None of that kind, of which he is, but he.
This is the world's condition now
John Donne
Is all now vanity now that the individual is the center of the universe? (or his/her own little ptolemaic sphere)