The foundation of every system is based on its comparative ability and capacity to generate and support good and evil where such good and evil can be further classified and divided in terms of their potency (creativity) and effectiveness.
Thus every human system and society is defined by its ability and capacity to produce and support effective good versus ineffective evil or vice versa, respectively, potent or creative evil versus impotent good, respectively a combination of effective good, impotent evil, etc. Existing incentives, rewards and prizes are meant to regulate this first and foremost. The material economy itself is ultimately only the after-effect of this primary economy.
Thus, systems like people can or ought to be valued and judged on the basis of their power and tendency to produce and draw out either the effective or impotent good in contrast to the effective or impotent evil which they bring and propagate.
Sonnet—Silence
Edgar Allan Poe (1809-1849)
There are some qualities—some incorporate things,
That have a double life, which thus is made
A type of that twin entity which springs
From matter and light, evinced in solid and shade.
There is a two-fold Silence—sea and shore—
Body and soul. One dwells in lonely places,
Newly with grass o'ergrown; some solemn graces,
Some human memories and tearful lore,
Render him terrorless: his name's "No More."
He is the corporate Silence: dread him not!
No power hath he of evil in himself;
But should some urgent fate (untimely lot!)
Bring thee to meet his shadow (nameless elf,
That haunteth the lone regions where hath trod
No foot of man,) commend thyself to God!
That have a double life, which thus is made
A type of that twin entity which springs
From matter and light, evinced in solid and shade.
There is a two-fold Silence—sea and shore—
Body and soul. One dwells in lonely places,
Newly with grass o'ergrown; some solemn graces,
Some human memories and tearful lore,
Render him terrorless: his name's "No More."
He is the corporate Silence: dread him not!
No power hath he of evil in himself;
But should some urgent fate (untimely lot!)
Bring thee to meet his shadow (nameless elf,
That haunteth the lone regions where hath trod
No foot of man,) commend thyself to God!
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