[Per Fer's post: Excellence is not going to become the norm, so such a terminology as excellence become mediocrity has no meaning to me.]
The bar does appear to be set lower and lower, in terms of what is thought of as desirable in expression/communications, discourse, etc., as we merrily go along.
The human has shown a marked tendency to value security above all else. Physical security is primary, but it might extend to an insecure psychology, and to a massive social insecurity.
If you, or if I, were to make something, or state something in a way that stands out (or particularly that challenges held assumptions that have become thought of as intrinsic to maintaining the status quo), there is the tendency for this collective mind-set to correct what might be more-excellent-than-thou, to bring it down to the average <comfort level> of the mass mentality.
There appears to be more and more of this tendency happening; where crap is king to the point that it's harder and harder to see past it, or cut through it, it becomes so thick and ubiquitous.
[I'm going to try to make an analogy:
The spirit that gets to 'excellence' is the same as what we call Light. The Light might become eventually detectable only as pronounced points, as the overall ground gets darker; the eyes that take in Light might be so adjusted to the dark that they are loathe to risk the comfort level of a permeating dimness, a diffuseness (ever notice that in an urban environs, due to the street lights, one doesn't see the stars so well?) more and more.
But the Light is constant, from its source to its target.]
(Well then Fido got up off the floor, and he rolled over
and he looked me straight in the eye
And you know what he said?
"Once upon a time, somebody say to me"
(This is the dog talkin' now)
"What is your conceptual continuity?"
"Well I told 'im right then", Fido said
"It should be easy to see
"The crux of the biscuit
is the apostrophe"
Well you know, the man that was talking to the dog
looked at the dog, and he said -
Sort of staring in disbelief -
"You can't say that!"
he said
"It doesn't, and you can't, I won't, and it don't
it hasn't, it isn't, it even ain't, and it shouldn't
it couldn't!"
He told him, "No, no, no"
I told him, "Yes, yes, yes"
I said, "I do it all the time
Ain't this boogie a mess?")
(Stink Foot, fz)
And mediocrity does not dominate my life. I split from the whole program long ago.
None of the Above
