Every day, I am beleaguered by the unrelenting hordes who spew the phrase ‘common sense’ at me. Indeed, I may with considerably confidence claim that most aficionados of this phrase even do so unwittingly.
For once and for all: what you ‘sense’ is the result of what you perceive, i.e. the chemical strings which your brain so generously bestows upon you. It necessarily follows that your ‘sense’ is individual. It is not ‘common’ in that I, too, would undergo this same neurological process. It is sense, not common sense.
It is my firm conviction that no sense can ever be so collective as to merit the denomation ‘common’.
Exempli gratia: the desire to live long has oftentimes been regarded as what common sense would have us all possess, and we hence ought to do all that lies within our might to attain this very apex of human striving. For the markets of this world are perpetuously flooded with a plethora of manners in which to prolong our existence. If you, contrarily, endeavour to find a way to live a short life, you will indubitably be met with looks of a wryness thus inexpressibly gargantuan that you yourself will wince at its further pursuit!
Yet, is this a logical necessity? Does the desire to live long spring from a statistical induction amongst a representational peer group? I argue that it is not, and that this spurious notion was instilled into our conscience by way of self-fulfilling prophecy. One merely has to wonder why the ailments of dotage seem so horrendous to the Westerner, in contradistinction to the stoical phlegm with which ageing is met by such indingenous peoples as needs must rely upon nature’s bare benevolence. Living long is not advantageous, neither to the planet nor to society; the misbegotten idea that it might be appears much more to stem from the prospect of an expanded market for the farmaceutical industry than that it could be the consequence of a collective conviction, inexorably formed out of biological parameters.
‘Living long is good’ is a sense. Do not call it a common one.
For I tell ye: no sense can ever be common.