It was hope undid them. Hope, and the certainty that Providence had made them suffer enough for their dreams. They'd lost so much already along the trail--children, healers, leaders, all taken--surely, they reasoned, God would preserve them from further loss, and reward their griefs and hardships with deliverance into a place of plenty.Hope is dangerous. It'll cause you to take on way more than you can handle. Too much land, too big of a move, too big of a leap, too much of whatever. The only hope is to have no hope.
-Clive Barker, Everville
Wednesday, March 6, 2013
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Interesting. I am glad I have your site to read, I just caught up on about a weeks worth of your postings and found them oddly comforting.
ReplyDeleteGlad you're back. I missed you.
ReplyDeleteAbandon any hope of fruition.
ReplyDeleteBuddhist saying
Hope is the thing with feathers
ReplyDeleteThat perches in the soul,
And sings the tune--without the words,
And never stops at all,
And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.
I've heard it in the chillest land,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.
That's a pretty poem. I always liked it.
ReplyDeleteOh my goodness I didn't give credit to
ReplyDeleteMs Emily Dickinson.