Wednesday, August 15, 2018

A Contest Between Men of Virtue






            It was noon in Heaven and, as always, it was a beautiful day—sunny with a temperature of 72 degrees. After one has experienced the harshness and uncertainties of life, Heaven serves as a just reward for any who have remained true to the moral norms of his era.
            What makes Heaven truly spectacular is not just that it lacks misery, pain, or want, or even that it provides everlasting life to those who reside within it, but that it has many of the same amenities that exist on Earth. Heaven is flooded with numerous bars, arcades, nightclubs, ice cream parlors, sushi restaurants and roller rinks. If there is one thing that can be said about this celestial paradise, it’s that you will never find its inhabitants plagued with boredom and monotony.
            However, what many do not realize is that in Heaven there exists a small outdoor café. This café is not widely known because it is nestled within an array of enormous mountains overlooking a magnificent valley. What makes this café most remarkable is its patrons, many of whom were the most renowned thinkers of their times when they were still of biological form.  
             On this day the café was particularly blessed for sitting at a small table were none other than two of the most enlightened souls to ever pass through the Pearly Gates: Voltaire and Rousseau.
            Rousseau took a sip of his blissful pumpkin spice latte and peered off into the stunning valley.
            “You know something, Voltaire,” Rousseau said, “in life, I absolutely despised you. I swear I hated you with every inch of my body. But now that we are here, residing within the glorious kingdom of our Lord, I dare say that I now consider you a friend.”
            Rousseau turned to Voltaire and smiled.
            ”Thank you, Rousseau.” Replied Voltaire. “It means a lot that you said that. I know we did not get along when we were alive, but I’m glad that we saw fit to work out our differences. For men or virtue like us should not be at odds. No, we the virtuous souls should be comrades. I should know, for I am the most virtuous one of all.”
            Rousseau’s expression turned sour.
            “Excuse me!?” He snapped.
            “What!?” Voltaire exclaimed. “Did I say something wrong!?”
            “You’re damn right you said something wrong!” Shouted Rousseau. “You just referred to yourself as ‘the most virtuous one of all.’ That statement is 100% false for I, Jean-Jacques Rousseau, influencer of the Enlightenment and the French Revolution, am the most virtuous of them all!”
            Voltaire jumped to his feet anger.
            “How dare you, sir! I, François-Marie Arouet, better known as Voltaire, Enlightenment philosopher and defender of free speech and religious liberty, am without question the most virtuous of them all!”
            Rousseau leaped from his chair.
            “I was wrong about you, Voltaire! You are a saucy scoundrel!”
            The two men glared daggers at each other for some time until they heard a voice.
            “Excuse me, gentlemen.” Said the voice. “What seems to be the problem here?”
            The men turned. Standing before them was a man clad in armor with thick grayish curly hair and a coiled beard. It was none other than the renowned Roman Emperor Marcus Aurelius.
            “Ah, Marcus,” Rousseau cried, “great Emperor of the Romans! Thank goodness you have arrived! Please assist me in informing my ignorant peer, Voltaire, that I, Jean-Jacques Rousseau, am the most virtuous one of all!”
            “No, Marcus,” Voltaire exclaimed, “Please educate this rambling fool that it is I, Voltaire, who is the most virtuous!”
            Marcus Aurelius looked at both of them and then erupted into laughter.  
            Voltaire and Rousseau glanced at each other with confused expressions, then turned back to Marcus Aurelius.
            “What is so funny?” asked Voltaire.
            Marcus Aurelius stopped laughing and wiped a tear from his right eye. He continued to softly chuckle.
            “Forgive me.” Marcus Aurelius responded. “It’s just that you 18th Century philosophers are a very silly bunch. To even consider that either one of you is the most virtuous one of all is as amusing as it is absurd. For it is I, Marcus Aurelius Antoninus Augustus, philosopher Emperor of the Romans, who is the most virtuous of them all!”
            “I beg your pardon, my Emperor,” another voice muttered, “but I think you are mistaken.”
            The three men turned. Walking towards them was a young man wearing brown sandals and a white toga. It was the Roman poet Virgil.
            “I don’t mean to contradict an Emperor of Rome,” Virgil said, “but I believe it is I, Publius Vergilius Maro, drafter of the Aeneid and celestial guide to Dante Alighieri, who is the most virtuous of you all.”
            Just then another voice spoke.
            “Oh, isn’t that just a Roman to claim they are so virtuous yet fail to realize that, if they possess even the slightest hint of virtue, it is because they learned it from their Mediterranean neighbor, the Greeks, particularly I, Aristotle, the philosopher, student of Plato and tutor to Alexander the Great. For I dare say it is I who is the most virtuous man of them all!”
            “Why hello, Aristotle,” remarked Rousseau, “ever the arrogant Greek theorist I see.”
            “Quiet!” Aristotle shouted. “I have more virtue in my left foot than any of you have in your entire beings combined!”
            “Is that so?” Replied Marcus Aurelius. “You mean to tell me that you honestly believe that you are more virtuous than I? You only tutored a great king. I actually was the master of a magnificent realm. There is absolutely no way that you are more virtuous than I!”
            “You should know, Marcus Aurelius,” Voltaire rebutted, “that power alone is no measure of virtue. In fact, power and virtue often conflict. Just ask your son, Commondus!” 
            “You leave him the hell out of this!” Marcus Aurelius snapped. “I have apologized for him on countless occasions! How was I to know he would end up behaving like such a raving lunatic!? Sure, maybe I could have been a better father, but I was busy parenting an entire civilization, dammit!”
            “Gentlemen!” Shouted Virgil. “This is no way to solve our differences. Clearly we must settle this quandary like the enlightened civilized men we are.”
            “Agreed.” Replied Rousseau. “But what are the means by which we will determine who is the most virtuous among us? Do you we have an independent counsel of the most renowned thinkers and prophets re-read our works and judge who is the most virtuous? Or do we let this question be decided by our all-knowing and loving Heavenly Father?
            “No,” Aristotle said, “there is only way to solve this once and for all. We must each return to Earth, immerse ourselves into a random socio-political cause, engage in an act in furtherance of that cause, document such act with our smart phones, and then post it on our Instagram accounts. The person who receives the most likes by the end of the day shall be declared the most virtuous of them all!”
            The men fell silent. They glanced at each other for a few seconds then all exclaimed in unison “Agreed!”
            The men then left the café. They walked past the Pearly Gates, waved goodbye to St. Peter and floated down to Earth. They hit the ground and the five men parted ways, all determined to prove that they were the most virtuous one of all.
            Voltaire traversed the land until he came upon a large protest. It was a demonstration for gender equality.
            “Perfect!” Voltaire said. “If I take a picture here, it will show everyone, including those other four buffoons that I, Voltaire, am truly the most virtuous person who has ever lived!”
            Voltaire scanned the crowd. Many of the demonstrators were holding signs.
            “Hhhmmm...” Voltaire thought. “Maybe I should create a sign with a catchy slogan and hold it up in my picture. That is sure to get a lot of peoples’ attention and convince them to like my photo.”
            Voltaire walked into a nearby office supply store. He came out a few minutes later with a large white sheet of paper and some markers.
            “Ok.” He said. “Now time to come up with a witty slogan.”
            Voltaire thought for a while.
            “I got it!” He exclaimed.
            He began writing.
            “IF YOU WANT TO SHOW HER YOU CARE, SAY YOUR NAME IS VOLTAIRE!”
            “Brilliant!” Voltaire told himself. “It even rhymes! People are going to love it! This will surely win me this contest of virtue!”
            Voltaire glanced around.
            “Now I just need to find someone to take the picture. Excuse me!”
            Voltaire tapped a man on the shoulder. He turned around and looked at Voltaire.
            “Pardon me, good sir,” Voltaire said, “but would you mind taking my picture while I hold up this sign?”
            “Of course!” Replied the man. “I would be happy to! I’m glad to see you care so much about this movement!”
            Voltaire handed the man his phone and stepped back a few paces. Voltaire held up the sign. The man lifted the phone and snapped a photo. He walked up to Voltaire and handed him the phone.
            “Does this work?” The man asked.
            “Eh.” Replied Voltaire. “Can you take one more? My face kind of looks weird in it. Also, try to get my entire body in it this time.”
            Voltaire again handed the man his phone and he took a picture.
            The man gave the phone back to Voltaire.
            “Here,” he said, “I took several this time.”
            Voltaire shuffled though the shots.
            “These will do. Thank you!”
            “You’re welcome!” The man said. He then turned around and walked off.
            Voltaire looked down at his phone and opened his Instagram app.
            “Ok.” He said. “Now I just have to choose one of these pictures. Hhhmmm... How about this one!”
            Voltaire selected the photo.
            “Alright.” He continued. “Now time to choose a filter. The background looks good with Clarendon, but I look so much better with Juno. Hhhmmm...This is a tough decision. I know! I will go with Mayfair!”
            Voltaire selected the filter.
            “Now that that’s done, I just need a good tagline. How about ‘This is what progress looks like #RightSideof History #VoltaireCares’ Perfect!”
            Voltaire typed the caption then posted it.
            “People are going to think I’m so virtuous it’s not even fair!” He remarked.
            Elsewhere, Marcus Aurelius was attending a rally in support of migrants.
            “This is the perfect venue to show everyone, both in Heaven and Earth, that I, the Philosopher-Emperor Marcus Aurelius, am the most virtuous one of all!”
            Unfortunately, things did not go smoothly for the wise Emperor. The picture he took in front of a sign which read “All Migrants Welcome” received a great deal of backlash due to his slogan “If we don’t have barbarians, who will clean your toilets!”
            “Jupiter be dammed!” Marcus Aurelius yelled. “I forgot that ‘barbarians’ has a different meaning in this era! I did not mean this to sound offensive or insensitive! It’s what we Romans used to call everyone who lived outside the boundaries of the Empire!”
Marcus Aurelius paused and took a deep breath.
“Ok. I just need a new caption. Where the hell is that edit function? Here it is! Ok. New caption: ‘Migrants are important unless they are Visigoths or Transalpine Gauls #RememberTheSackofRome #AllAreWelcome #SorryAgainForCommodus’ Ok, That should work. People will surely think I’m the most virtuous now!”
            Soon, all the men had posted pictures on their Instagram accounts. With the day almost over, the five men ascended back into Heaven and met at the café. They all sat down at a large table.
            “So how did everyone do?” Asked Rousseau.
            “Great!” Voltaire replied as he took out his phone. He opened his Instagram account and showed the others.
“125,098 likes! Read it and weep, for I’m the most virtuous of them all!”
“Ha!” Rousseau fired back.
He took out his phone and opened his app. There was a picture of him in Africa sitting next to two scantly clothed children in a rundown village.
            “My photo with these poor African children received 200,172 likes!” He exclaimed. “True, I did absolutely nothing to actually improve the lives of these destitute villagers. Nevertheless, it’s a great picture of me and shows the world that I care and, as you can see from the number of likes, it proves that I’m clearly more virtuous than any of you.”
            “Well,” Marcus Aurelius chimed in, “my picture at the migrant demonstration got 201,560 likes! What do you have to say to that, Rousseau!?”
            “Don’t get too cocky, Marcus.” Aristotle said. “My picture at the vegan rally holding a piglet got 230,415 likes! Clearly I won this contest!”
            “Think again you pesky Greek!” remarked Virgil. “My picture got 250,744 likes!”
            Virgil took out his phone and opened his Instagram account. Displayed was a photograph of him at a CrossFit gym doing a hang clean. The tagline read “Working hard all day, every day! #PushYourselfToTheLimit”
            “Yeah!” Virgil said. “What do you all have to say now!?”
            The other men stared at him.
            “Virgil,” commented Voltaire, “what does posting a picture of yourself working out have to do with proving your virtue?”  
            Virgil gazed back at Voltaire blankly.
“Well...I mean...everyone was doing it so...like...”
Virgil was perspiring, looking back and forth at each man frantically.
He then stood up.
“You know what!” He yelled. “I quit! This contest is stupid!”
Virgil stormed off.
“Well,” remarked Aristotle, “I guess that leaves me the victor! I, Aristotle, am the most virtuous of them all!”
“Not so fast!” a loud voice said.
The men turned around. Walking towards them was a young woman with short hair, cladded in gray knight’s armor and carrying a large sword. It was the Saint Joan of Arc.
“True,” she said, “Aristotle may be the most virtuous man ever. But he is surely not the most virtuous PERSON ever.”
Joan of Arc removed a phone from her armor and showed it to the men. There was a picture of her waiving an EU flag. The caption read “If Britain wishes to leave the EU, let them! We don’t want or need them! #Brexit” The post had 500,343 likes!
The men looked at her in shock.
“You see, boys,” she said as she triumphantly trusted her sword into the air, “I, Joan of Arc, savior of the French people and the proud and loyal servant of our Heavenly Father, not only once again chased the English out of Europe, but have proven beyond any doubt that I am the most virtuous of them all!”

The End
             
© Copyright 2017 by R. M. S. Thornton



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