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Hear, O seeker of wisdom, the words of Robert Frost: “A civilized society is one which tolerates eccentricity to the point of doubtful sanity.” These are not idle musings, but a lantern to guide the generations. For what is civilization, if not the space where the strange, the different, the dreamers and the prophets, are allowed to walk unharmed? The measure of a people’s greatness lies not only in their laws or armies, but in the breadth of their tolerance—whether they make room for voices that sing off-key, for visions that appear absurd, for lives lived against the grain.

Consider what Frost declares: that eccentricity, even when it nears the edge of madness, must be sheltered by a people who call themselves civilized. Why? Because it is often in the wild imaginings of the unusual that the seeds of progress are sown. The inventions that change the world, the philosophies that reshape nations, the art that awakens souls—all these often spring first from those who are mocked, doubted, or cast aside. A civilized society does not silence these voices, but hears them with patience, even when they sound strange to common ears.

Look to the story of Galileo Galilei, who in the seventeenth century dared to say that the earth moved around the sun. To his contemporaries, his claim seemed like dangerous madness. He was branded eccentric, even heretical, by the powers of his day. Yet time proved that his so-called insanity was truth itself, and his eccentricity became the foundation of modern science. Here, the lesson is clear: when society crushes the eccentric, it often buries its own future.

Consider also the tale of Vincent van Gogh, the painter whose wild strokes and burning colors seemed the outpouring of a mind unhinged. In his own life, he was dismissed as a madman, poor and unrecognized. Yet his art, born of his “doubtful sanity,” later transformed the world’s vision of beauty and emotion. A civilized society, Frost teaches, would not exile such a soul, but allow him to exist, even in his strangeness, because from that strangeness emerges a gift for all humanity.

But beware: to tolerate eccentricity is not the same as to abandon all order. Civilization does not thrive in chaos. The true wisdom lies in balance—the laws must still guard against harm, but within those bounds, society must give space for the unpredictable, the dreamer, the misfit. For if we demand conformity in all things, we breed a barren culture, where every tree is pruned to the same shape and no forest is allowed to grow wild.

Therefore, let us mark well Frost’s teaching: if we would be truly civilized, we must train our hearts to be patient with those who differ from us. When a man’s ideas sound absurd, let us pause before we silence him. When a woman’s art appears strange, let us wait before we scorn it. For often, the path to tomorrow is lit by those whom today calls foolish. To crush eccentricity is to destroy the spark before it can ignite the flame.

And so, my child, carry this wisdom into your life. Defend the right of the unusual to exist. Make space for the voices that trouble you, for the ideas that unsettle you, for the creations that seem strange. Do not mock too quickly, nor condemn too fast. For this is the mark of a civilized society—not that it tolerates only what is familiar and safe, but that it shelters even the eccentric, even the doubtful, even the mad, knowing that within them may lie the vision that will one day redeem the world.