What a piece of work is a man yet what is this quintessence of dust ? This contrast, of man's grandeur and his misery, wring from Shakespeare's Hamlet. God does not produce creatures from natural necessity as though the power of God were determined to the existence of the creature. God does not act through natural necessity but through will, whence he can make simple things and composite things, things mutable and things immutable. So therefore it should be said from the One first thing the multitude and diversity of creatures proceeds, not on account of the necessity of matter, not on account of a limitation of His Power, not on account of goodness, not on account of an obligation of goodness, but from the order of wisdom so that the perfection of the universe might be realized in the diversity of creatures. What is real ? What can we know ? What does it mean to be moral, to live a good life ? What is the difference between right and wrong ? For not only can one man see and also hear what another hears not, but someone may perceive by one of the senses what another perceives not. Or we should be just shut up. To lead a world of mechanical, a world in which we would have become hollow men going through meaningless motions and our speech would be empty chatter. Nothing would be questioned because it would have become pointless and hopeless to question anything anymore. But then we have love. A love that seeks no cause nor end but itself. Its fruit is its activity. I love because I love, I love that I may love. Love is a mighty thing, if so it return to its own principle and origin, if it flows back to its source and ever draws anew whence it may flow again. Love is the only one of all the sense movements and affections of the soul by which the creature can answer to its Creator and repay like with like. Or it's just simply like what Michael Jackson put in his `Ben' I used to say . I and Me Now it's Us, now it's We Maybe we still ask the same questions, and each of us, as he or she matures, passes through at least some of the same stages of the long intellectual process that is called civilization. All that is in the world is as it is because it is best so, and it is only really conceived when it is referred to the good as its final object. But at least, man, has been defined by the ancients as a rational animal capable of laughter. It's the shockbreaker.
