Debase: (v) to lower in rank, dignity, or significance
It’s difficult to know whether human beings prefer stories which end in success or are finalized in some degree of tragedy.
I, for one, become light-headed and sleepy if I hear too much good news all at the same time, fearing that some of it may be embellished to maintain the sugar content.
Yet I have to admit, all of this “dark theater” that surrounds me adds an extra layer of worry to my soul—which is desperately in need of being cleansed from unrighteousness.
But universally, all of us are aware that we take our turn being debased. Or as I jokingly call it—spending time in “de-basement.”
Sometimes we even stand in line for it.
We’ll enter a contest, apply for a job, petition for a cause only to be flattened at the last moment like a housefly which paused too long next to the watermelon.
It’s not just part of life.
It is actually the portion of life that makes life ultimately livable.
If I don’t know how to do without, or be left out, rejected and mistreated, I will never have the sensibility to be merciful to others.
It’s a helluva way to learn it.
Certainly the heavens should have thought of a more cotton-candy schooling.
But sometimes you go without so that when you go with, you have a greater appreciation and perhaps even a broader understanding of value.
So give me a story where someone tries, fails, survives, laughs, rallies and then kicks ass.
Thus, the definition of the American dream.