Allowing myself to be ruled by duty to my customers and my constituents, I can never surpass them in virtue. Who knows whether that rebellious temptation to do what I will rather than what I'm told may conceal a path to greater virtue? That feeling of idle purposelessness which is so hateful to me may after all be my salvation. It's only by deliberately cultivating purposelessness, after all, that I can hope to find a higher purpose. Aimlessly browsing through books and music, I may accidentally find the poem or symphony that calls my soul to greater dedication to perfect itself, or to greater devotion to helping my fellow men.
Of course if I'm browsing in the wasteland of pop culture, my idleness will be worse than purposefulness. But if I eschew what is easy and comfortable and confine myself to what is difficult, the act of trying to grasp may help me reach new heights. Who knows how many have been called to abandon petty cares and dedicate their lives to virtue by a noble attempt to appreciate a great symphony or a great poem?
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