Sunday, July 10, 2005

Feathered Creatures

Appetite, with an opinion of attaining, is called hope; the same, without such opinion, despair.

Thomas Hobbes

More than any other time in history, mankind faces a crossroads. One path leads to despair and utter hopelessness. The other, to total extinction. Let us pray we have the wisdom to choose correctly.

Woody Allen




Hope indeed must have feathers-- for like Its Cousins, It sharpens Its beak against Its breast, staining a wing with a brightly colured streak (of red?). Prometheus knew It all too well. He who gave us Fire out of Hope for our survival against the Night:
Hope tears away at what one would have for a heart. Harden yourself then. Let Its claws scrabble against marble. Its beak strike against eyes made of granite. My heart is stone upon stone-- a cairn within a cairn.

2 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Hope is no adversary. It is the cousin of chance. A chance to break into the cairn and find that which is marked or buried.

11:42 AM  
Blogger The Devil's Little Helper said...

Hope's a human invention. And like most things made by hands of Clay, it is fallible-- it cracks when shown to the Sun and runs at the thought of Tears. Perversity is a character most evident in Man and his inventions.

1:23 PM  

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