“ I find men victims of illusion in all parts of life. Children, youths, adults, and old men, all are led by one bawble or another. Yoganidra, the goddess of illusion, Proteus, or Momus, or Gylfi's Mocking,—for the Power has many names,—is stronger than the Titans, stronger than Apollo. Few have overheard the gods, or surprised their secret. Life is a succession of lessons which must be lived to be understood. All is riddle, and the key to a riddle is another riddle. There are as many pillows of illusion as flakes in a snow-storm. We wake from one dream into another dream. ”
Summary
The Conduct of Life, an anonymous philosophical work, explores the interplay between individual agency and universal forces, weaving themes of beauty, genius, and the illusions that shape human experience. Anchored in concepts like Fate, the Universe, and the cultural ethos of New England, it examines the moral and intellectual dimensions of behavior, emphasizing the transformative power of experience and the tension between personal will and external influences.
The text posits that life is a series of enigmatic lessons, urging alignment with the "riddle" of existence through self-awareness and cultural refinement, as seen in its reflections on talent, prudence, and the pursuit of truth.
Quotes from The Conduct of Life ()
“ But learn to skate, and the ice will give you a graceful, sweet, and poetic motion. The cold will brace your limbs and brain to genius, and make you foremost men of time. Cold and sea will train an imperial Saxon race, which nature cannot bear to lose, and, after cooping it up for a thousand years in yonder England, gives a hundred Englands, a hundred Mexicos. All the bloods it shall absorb and domineer: and more than Mexicos,—the secrets of water and steam, the spasms of electricity, the ductility of metals, the chariot of the air, the ruddered balloon are awaiting you. ”
“ An adorer of truth we cannot choose but obey, and the woman who has shared with us the moral sentiment,—her locks must appear to us sublime. Thus there is a climbing scale of culture, from the first agreeable sensation which a sparkling gem or a scarlet stain affords the eye, up through fair outlines and details of the landscape, features of the human face and form, signs and tokens of thought and character in manners, up to the ineffable mysteries of the intellect. ”
