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What is Ethics? How does it relate to parenting? See our About Us page (click on the link above) - yes, it is true, that no matter how well-read we are , there is no map, no compass - in the end there remains as beacon, no more, but certainly no less, than our own instinct and perhaps, in the case of parenting, the instinct/experience/advice of others who care. And many have cared enough, over the Ages, to bring us some of their thoughts and feelings on this subject. That which is beautiful is moral. That is all, nothing more. — Gustave Flaubert, French novelist (1821-1880) Ethics is the activity of man directed to secure the inner perfection of his own personality. ~ Albert Schweitzer Ethics is not definable, is not implementable, because it is not conscious; it involves not only our thinking, but also our feeling. ~ Valdemar W. Setzer "A man who wants to lead the orchestra must turn his back on the crowd." (Max Lucado). Ethics is a subject whose texture, form and identity are intensely personal. It is a fabric that covers all and yet remains largely hidden in the irrelevancies of our everyday activities. Its loom is one at which we sit, first as children/teenagers/adults ourselves, then as parents, spinning a thread composed simultaneously of Faith, Instinct and Experience and the finished garment is ever altered, seams taken out, or taken in, hems lowered and sleeves shortened to fit the always changing figure it clothes. If we seek to describe it, we hesitate, stumble for words, look upward and inward and use such terms as Honour, Courage, Truth, Right, Faith, Discipline, Chivalry, Morality - sensing always that we fall somehow still short of the mark. Whatever we try to thus describe, seems too far above us, too far within us, to reach and yet, so intimate that we assume this personal interpretation of Ethics almost as the closest thing to our Real Self that we know - as close as a lover, as close as a child, as much part of us as the child we once were, or that which we were before we were that child. It is a secret to us, as our own child must always remain a secret - that which we know at once best and least - that which is at once forever given - and lost, to us . |