Epilogue of The Polite Tyranny of the Living: The Gospel of Suffering
Epilogue of The Polite Tyranny of the Living: The Gospel of Suffering - 3 min read
By Dawid van der Merwe, Somerset West
There is, it seems, a strange arithmetic to the human condition: we are told that pain refines us, that misery is the crucible of meaning, that endurance polishes the soul to some divine gleam. From the ashen monasteries of old to the chemotherapy ward’s antiseptic hush, we have inherited the belief that suffering is a sort of tuition fee, that agony buys enlightenment, and the more we hurt, the higher our grade in the grand cosmic exam.
The paradox is exquisite. We spend our lives mortifying the flesh, denying the self, flagellating body and spirit, all in the hope of evading an eternity of torment. Suffer now, or suffer forever! It’s the ultimate buy-one-get-one-free offer from the celestial department of moral economics.
What an astonishing bargain we have struck with our imaginary accountants of heaven: salvation through pain, as though joy were some sort of moral indulgence, a suspicious luxury item. Religion has taught us that comfort dulls virtue, that peace is suspect, that to be good is to ache. The faithful fast, crawl, kneel, bleed, and beg, not for the relief of suffering, but for its validation. The secular world, meanwhile, performs the same liturgy with different hymns: No pain, no gain. The gyms, the boardrooms, the self-help seminars, all preach their gospel of productive misery.
And yet, if one steps back, perhaps a little wearily, holding one’s IV pole like a sceptre, one sees the madness of it. What if enlightenment were not earned through torment, but through tenderness? What if wisdom arrived not by surviving pain, but by refusing its worship?
I sometimes think the truest heresy is not disbelief in God, but belief in the sanctity of suffering. To say, “Enough. My pain is not a lesson, it is a limit,” is to reclaim the authorship of one’s humanity.
For in the end, the measure of a civilisation is not how nobly it endures suffering, but how compassionately it allows its people to be free from it.
And perhaps, just perhaps, the divine, if it exists, would not be scandalised by mercy.
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