I'm visiting my son and his wife for a week while on vacation. For the past few evenings, after we retire to our various sleeping quarters, I've been reading an old copy of Analog magazine which I found on his extensive bookshelf (their library fills two walls from floor to ceiling).
Analog is, or was, anyway (this issue is dated November 1975) a science fiction/science fact magazine and served mainly to provide genre afficionados the latest offerings from both sci-fi luminaries and young up-and-comers. The story I've been reading is a novelette by Roger Zelazny, entitled "Home is the Hangman."
I won't try to sum up the story line here. I just want to share the following quote from the story, spoken by one of the characters to another. These observations are the point--the moral, I suppose--of the story, and are much more sympathetic to the role of guilt in our lives than I have been inclined to be. Food for thought, in striving for a balanced and well-rounded position.
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Without guilt, man would be no better than the other inhabitants of this planet--excepting certain cetaceans. Look to instinct for a true assessment of the ferocity of life, for a view of the natural world before man came upon it. For instinct in its purest form, seek out the insects. There, you will see a state of warfare which has existed for millions of years with never a truce.
Man, despite his enormuous shortcomings, is nevertheless possessed of a greater number of kindly impulses than all the other beings where instincts are the larger part of life. These impulses, I believe, are owed directly to this capacity for guilt. It is involved in both the worst and the best of man.