This past January 22, the philosopher Duane Berquist died. Among his many virtues, Duane Berquist had the distinction of being a wise man.
Readers of lionandox.com might already be familiar with some of Dr. Berquist’s thought to the extent that this blog has not, from time to time, butchered it past recognition. Or to the extent that we have not grossly misrepresented his thinking in a zealous and persistent attempt to adopt and assimilate as much of it as possible.
In turn, I consider it a great honor to re-present it to you my dear readers, with the hope of making it a little more accessible… to those of you….to those among us who did not have the time to sit at his feet lapping up his words as honey from the honey comb.
Of course, I did devote a considerable amount of time lapping up his words like honey from the honeycomb, though not as much time as I would have liked!
But I suppose sheer fortune…sheer luck provided me with the opportunity to hear a considerable amount of what he said.
And why not me? Everyone deserves a lucky break in life. Some glory in their birth, some in their skill,
some in their wealth, some in the body’s force,
In my case, I happen to have been fortunate in the wisdom of my connections.
In other words I do not expect Socrates, in obedience to the oracle, to come knocking on my door testing me to see if I am wise. He will not accuse me of claiming to be something that I am not.
Gentle Reader: This seems a little pointless Langley! Is there anything that you would like to share with us other than the fact that you were able to lap up honey from the honeycomb. Is there any other point?
Langley: I am getting to it. you need to be patient. As a matter of fact, ironically, the point I have to share has to do with ‘going slow.’ We need to slow down sometimes.
Gentle Reader: Good grief!
Langley: Well, as I said in a previous post , there are times that we need to go wisely and slow. Seven times, as a matter of fact! And I now intend to share them with you.
Gentle Reader: Well its about time! Please just list them and spare us the usual pedantry and mindless pablum which constitutes the ordinary fare that is your specialty.
Langley: This makes me uncomfortable.
Gentle Reader: Uncomfortable? How so?
Langley: I don’t think I can just give you a list. You may not understand how very wise it is and peremptorily dismiss it. That would be a shame. Very often people refuse to think twice about something when it appears either too simple or even too profound.
Gentle Reader: Langley, just give us the list!
Langley: I don’t know if I should. After all, the list is about how we need to sometimes go wisely and slow…and I think this is precisely one of those times.
Gentle Reader: You don’t realize how close I am to clicking myself out of your trivial little blog. I have my finger on the left clicker right now,
Langley: Ok… Ok. Here is the list. But don’t blame me if you don’t understand it completely. Don’t blame me for not mentioning to you why it is appropriate that there are in fact seven times that we should go wisely and slow… and not eight for instance. You do know that seven is a number signifying wisdom don’t you?
Gentle Reader: The list! The List!!
Langley: Very well. Here it is.
“Wisely and slow; they stumble that run fast”
Seven times that we should proceed wisely and slow in the discourse of reason:
- where many things must be considered before a judgment can be made
- where a thing is difficult to understand
- where there is a beginning small in size, but great in its power
- where there is knowledge over a road and knowledge of the road to follow
- where there is general knowledge and particular knowledge
- where there is a word equivocal by reason
- where there are the words of a wise man
Gentle Reader: Langley, some of these are obvious. Simple, in fact.
Langley: Yes, but what did you think wisdom was anyway? You probably think that wisdom always means saying something incomprehensible! Wisdom is often just the simple truth…
And right perfection wrongfully disgraced,
And strength by limping sway disabled
And art made tongue-tied by authority,
And folly, doctor-like, controlling skill,
And simple truth miscalled simplicity,
And captive good attending captain ill:
Gentle Reader: And #3, #4, #5 and #6 make no sense.
Langley: What? They make no sense? Why that is more than half of them! Let me try to explain.
Gentle Reader: No I haven’t the time. I need to run.