You guys- I’ve never posted in this forum, so if I fuck up, please overlook it, or at least don’t slam me in the correction.
This is very complex. Maybe. Cloudy here.
If I proceed on Scylla’s original Superman premise, then the others don’t seem to hold true-
If you are invulnerable, then you have no chance at greatness.
It might follow that the more vulnerable you are, the greater you are. Therefore, those who use their weakness’ as an excuse, might be laoboring under difficulties I can’t understand, and indeed, they might not have any inkling that they (possibly) have such (possible) handicaps. This goes to psycho/chemical problems or misconceptions, or a hardness of life that they might be dealing with. It might not be noticeable- not everything is known about the human condition, nor are all the interactions or impacts of this or that factor or combination of factors is understood.
Kind of like this: There’s a race. There are 3 contestants. One is a pretty good athlete. Another one is in a wheelchair. A third is in a wheelchair, ugly, spastic, and whiny. They finish in the order you would expect them to, except the nasty, whiny one drops out before finishing.
K, the athlete wins- no real opportunity for greatness there.
The first wheelchair guy finishes- some greatness- he probably put up with a lot of discouragement from friends and family, getting there and even getting to the starting line was way more of an ordeal for him, as was training and even the race itself, since he has to use his body differently than the athlete, in an un-natural way. It’s physically and mentally harder for him to race, train, get to the race etc.
Then, there’s this ugly, wheelchair, whiny nasty guy. He is nasty and whiny because he hates himself, the world, the correctly put-together people, his condition, god, puppies, everyting. There is no joy for him, and this is not something he can overcome, or maybe he could, with help, but he is so unpleasant, no one would take the time to do so.
So, he’s all alone in a universe of despair, hate, deformity, probable physical pain, etc.
Yet, he trains a little, not much, as he figures what’s the use. He doesn’t even know why he’s bothering.
He makes it to the race, harder for him than the other wheelchair guy, since his condition is worse. He races a little, then gives up. He is paid absolutely no attention, except for that of an unflattering variety, mad e the worse because of his general unpleasantness.
He goes home, full of hate for the world and himself, more so than usual.
He wakes up the following day, and the day after that and the day after that, etc, till he dies.
He lives until he dies, in the world described above. It takes all he has jsut to get through the day. He has nothing left for pleasantness, niceness. These things don’t exist for him, and if by chance something nice does happen to him, he is not equipped to derive any joy from it.
Out of these three, who faces the greatest struggle.
Out of these three, who is the greatest for jsut living?
He did race a little.
1st GD post. How’d i do? You know, except for the sappy hyperbole…
You got good topics, Scylla.