I recently finished a novel that I had before shelved due to my inability to slog through what seemed to be dole and cumbersome chaff, that is Moby Dick. Despite my critical opinion of the supposed classic, there are some interesting points I would like to reflect upon completion of the book.
Heaven have mercy on us all – Presbyterians and Pagans alike – for we are all somehow dreadfully cracked about the head, and sadly need mending (ch. xvii)
If there is one theme that predominates Moby Dick, besides antiquated 19th century whale anatomy, it is the depravity of man. For we are all on equal footing, both the good Presbyterian in Captain Ahab and the Paganism in Queequeg. This crack does not discriminate, but seems to affect every man, no matter race, creed, or skin.
Ahab’s obsession ultimately leads to his demise, and the downfall of his entire crew, which runs against the adage kill the whales before they kill you. Most times, it is better to just make like the Beatles and let it be.
We all have our Moby Dicks in our lives. The important thing is to know when to let them swim on, so we too can get on in peace, and pray the Lord fixes this damn crack in our heads.