With the re-emergence of sunlight and the extension of the daylight hours, a few things now seem possible that seemed unlikely only a few days ago. Maybe anything can happen in the sunlight: maybe daffodils in the garden, maybe the cats can finally go back outside. Maybe Congress will pass a health reform bill. And maybe the people who seem to long perversely for public failure will have to get over it -- or, as is more likely, find another failure for which to long.
For it has been a strange and resolute winter of our discontent. What a cut-off-your-nose-to-spite-your-face time we have endured over the long winter, and in how many ways! How we have demonized and dismissed one another's humanity, questioned one another's patriotism, one another's faith, even one another's national orgin! How willing we have been to believe the very worst about one another -- we seem actually to prefer it! An ugly glee in public misfortune has walked among us and I, for one, will be happy to see its back. So I pray in that direction.
Of course, we can't count on the weather alone to bring us out of the winter. Public disgust with our own smallness of character must accomplish that.
+
|
|
