Any ideal is ultimately unattainable. It is a goal towards which one constantly strives; the driving force behind progress. Excellence is such an ideal, because it is always possible to improve on even the truly brilliant. But mediocrity stands in stark contrast to this: it is a practical consequence, a finite point on an infinite spectrum. This has implications for its nature, as it occupies the ambiguous world between two extremes and so, in turn, is ambiguous itself – neither an outright failure nor a triumphant success, but often alluded to by both as an acceptable outcome.
I think this is where it gets complicated. We’re told several times in TUB that the ideal is experienceable within the soul and it can be experienced now. Contrast that with the expression of the ideal in the outside world, which is a phenomenon not always achievable, especially in one single lifetime. I think it’s this outward manifestation of the ideal that Mr. van Onselen is referring to, especially when he states that it is a goal one is always striving towards. But I would qualify that by saying that the ideal is a goal that only progressing people are striving for. Stagnating goals are the hallmark of mediocrity, when striving ceases. And no wonder that so many who choose this path are unhappy. Ambiguity is essentially a stalemate in the willingness to chose one master or the other. Obviously trying to serve two masters is not possible, so the mediocre seem to favor choosing neither, which by default I think leads to the misery of humanistic materiality and herd mentality.
103:5.8 It is fatal to man’s idealism when he is taught that all of his altruistic impulses are merely the development of his natural herd instincts.
Incidentally, when it comes to human performance I loathe the word acceptable. What can be more mediocre than acceptable? Once I was told that my singing voice is acceptable. I was devastated. That was just one man’s opinion, thankfully. But it did inspire me to prove him wrong. I never worked so hard to not be acceptable.
Ha! Good on ya. Sing on. In fact, let’s write a song, working title, ‘The Mediocre Homesick Blues, Acceptable ain’t respectable’.
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Richard E Warren



