This reminds me of something a friend of mine once said: judging someone in a moment of time is like having a Polaroid of them and imagining that this piece of information will tell you anything of any duration about them. Could the same be said of other snapshots we take of reality. Things change, I hope so…
Hi Baron, I much enjoyed your essay on Hope. It made me think of a hymn my mother often played and sang in the days of my fathers’ many hospitalizations for mental illness. It was called Whispering Hope. I just googled the words. Thank you for these thought-provoking essays.
This reminds me of something a friend of mine once said: judging someone in a moment of time is like having a Polaroid of them and imagining that this piece of information will tell you anything of any duration about them. Could the same be said of other snapshots we take of reality. Things change, I hope so…
Hi Baron, I much enjoyed your essay on Hope. It made me think of a hymn my mother often played and sang in the days of my fathers’ many hospitalizations for mental illness. It was called Whispering Hope. I just googled the words. Thank you for these thought-provoking essays.