Beauty and modesty.


It’s autumn here and the sun is up… while it is spring in the USA. We rejoice in the beauty of blossoms and leaf changes, although they last but a few days. There is nothing wrong with this. But assuming that we have more worth because we are beautiful, or qualified, or wise… is wrong. Modesty is about balance (more below) not boasting.

Matt Walsh on Modesty, having correctly pointed out that it is a virtue and like all virtues if you try to put it within rules things go wrong. Modesty hunts with moderation, with politeness, with consideration. What is modest in some areas is not in others: consider the leotards that gymnasts wear, or the swimming costumes that elite swimmers wear (where the rules limit coverage and materials because the swimsuit can make you go faster).

Skimpy clothes are just one way to project that falsehood and market the lie; just one way to undermine our dignity; just one way to subjugate ourselves to changing trends and hollow fashions. There are many other ways. My friend with the boat demonstrated one of them. When I drove by a big house in a nice neighborhood the other day, and thought about my smaller house, and felt a ping of envy for the family in the bigger one, and chose to bask in that envy for a few moments, I conveniently demonstrated still another way to be immodest.

If I were to go to the store and purchase a shirt with a giant brand name plastered across the front of it, I would be immodest — attempting to call attention in a way that undermines my human dignity, while objectifying myself; in this case, I’d have made myself into an object like a billboard or a catalogue for the company whose name I’ve paid to advertise.

However, I hope it is not that immodest to say that Auckland, my home town, is beautiful