After wondering why I have been emphasizing morality so much lately (both in writing and in my thoughts), a realization occurred to me:
As I’ve been thinking about it, quality is not achievable without morals: Morals are the very laws by which quality becomes manifest.
In the case of hospitals, cleanliness is moral: There can be clean hospitals with little quality, but there cannot be dirty hospitals that excel in quality. In architecture, morality concerns proportion and balance, and the utility of spaces. In programming, morality is what is functional and appropriate; to call something “bad code” is to accuse it of lacking morality in the domain of programming.
So morality is simply a quality of form, whereas what I call Quality is a quality of essence. One is the health of the body, while the other is the radiance of the spirit.
Once I made this connection, I discovered why I dwell on morality so much: Because after my awakening to Quality this summer, my psyche had shifted over to giving full preference to unconscious thinking (which relates to Quality, the indefinable). This caused a whiplash such that my conscious thinking became out of balance, and I began devaluing form and procedure excessively. It is not that one or the other is exclusively the best, but that they must work in harmony to achieve full perfection.
Thus all of these thoughts on morality stem from an inward search for balance between two parts of my consciousness: The part that is ineffable, indescribable, and has little contact with this world; and the part that is all about description and refinement, and how my actions relate to the world around me.
I desire to love both, in the end. And do that, in philosophic terms, I’ve needed to plumb their connection, until I can see them as parts of one whole. This realization is a big step in that direction.
Quote from Taoism
Just finished reading Travels, by Michael Crichton – a rather autobiography – and found at the end a quotation that amazed me:
The surest test if a man be sane Is if he accepts life whole, as it is, Without needing by measure or touch to understand The measureless untouchable source Of its images...
Since this brief quote nearly encapsulates most of what I have been trying to say in essay over the past several months. For a moment I just had to close my eyes and let it sink in; and then revel in the joy that other souls have trod this road before me. I am not alone.