"Maybe men are separated from each other only by the degree of their misery"
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A claim that our differences are measured only by the intensity of our suffering collapses social hierarchies into a single human condition. It implies that nationality, class, taste, and creed are superficial markers compared to the shared fact of pain. Everyone is subject to loss, anxiety, frustration, and mortality, and what sets people apart is not whether they suffer but how much and how consciously. The statement refuses consolation. It also offers, paradoxically, the ground for solidarity: if suffering is the common denominator, empathy is not charity but recognition.
Francis Picabia, a Dada provocateur, delighted in aphorisms that punctured pieties. After the catastrophe of World War I, faith in reason, progress, and cultural prestige looked hollow. Dadaists attacked the meanings that had licensed slaughter, and their mockery of systems extended to the polite distinctions that society prizes. To say that men are separated only by degrees of misery is to strip away the decorum of difference and to expose a raw arithmetic underneath the theater of status.
There is both pessimism and clarity here. The pessimism lies in defining the human bond through misery rather than joy or achievement. The clarity comes from acknowledging gradations, not erasing them. Degree matters: some are crushed by poverty, war, illness, or oppression, while others ache in quieter, more private ways. The line does not deny privilege; it challenges complacency by reminding us that even comfort sits atop a spectrum of pain. It also critiques the moral vanity that equates success with virtue. If misery is universal, hierarchy becomes fragile and pride absurd.
The thought turns toward responsibility. Recognizing a shared condition invites an ethics of attention and care, not out of sentimentality but out of kinship. It also invites suspicion toward any ideology that claims to abolish suffering once and for all. Better to face what binds us, measure it honestly, and act accordingly.
Francis Picabia, a Dada provocateur, delighted in aphorisms that punctured pieties. After the catastrophe of World War I, faith in reason, progress, and cultural prestige looked hollow. Dadaists attacked the meanings that had licensed slaughter, and their mockery of systems extended to the polite distinctions that society prizes. To say that men are separated only by degrees of misery is to strip away the decorum of difference and to expose a raw arithmetic underneath the theater of status.
There is both pessimism and clarity here. The pessimism lies in defining the human bond through misery rather than joy or achievement. The clarity comes from acknowledging gradations, not erasing them. Degree matters: some are crushed by poverty, war, illness, or oppression, while others ache in quieter, more private ways. The line does not deny privilege; it challenges complacency by reminding us that even comfort sits atop a spectrum of pain. It also critiques the moral vanity that equates success with virtue. If misery is universal, hierarchy becomes fragile and pride absurd.
The thought turns toward responsibility. Recognizing a shared condition invites an ethics of attention and care, not out of sentimentality but out of kinship. It also invites suspicion toward any ideology that claims to abolish suffering once and for all. Better to face what binds us, measure it honestly, and act accordingly.
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