I imagine world where people think for themselves. People berate others for being politically ignorant. They hold up their phones. Look! Why aren't you listening? All the while they don't realize that's only half the news. The half they agree with.
Sounds like the all-too-real world, Richard. And yes, I imagine a world where people think for themselves but maybe (remember, I'm imagining this) they don't assume others need to listen to them or feel a need to make their every thought known in a public forum. In that world, I get to shake hands with Montaigne, and he doesn't dismiss me as a peasant woman — and neither of us has a phone. If Montaigne had a phone, we never would have come up with essays :-)
Ah, put did they come to you as "essais" - ? Or do you call them thought leadership? Montaigne was a figment of some minor British lord's imagination, after he almost starved to death while trekking through the jungles of [insert continent] to find the origin of overly complicated sentences. I think I'll add that to Montaigne's Wikipedia page :-)
Every morning during the late 1990's I would hear the strains of Louis Armstrong singing "What a Wonderful World" (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VqhCQZaH4Vs) coming from my younger son's bedroom when his clock radio would wake him up for middle school. As sullen as he sometimes seemed during those years, he also carried a warm spark of hope and joy into his day. So, yes, I, too, see the 'green trees and skies of blue,' that Armstrong sings about, but I also see community, love, caring, kindness, and the freedom for each person to just be who they are. I wish for a world that nurtures those internal sparks into full, glorious flames.
I imagine world where people think for themselves. People berate others for being politically ignorant. They hold up their phones. Look! Why aren't you listening? All the while they don't realize that's only half the news. The half they agree with.
Sounds like the all-too-real world, Richard. And yes, I imagine a world where people think for themselves but maybe (remember, I'm imagining this) they don't assume others need to listen to them or feel a need to make their every thought known in a public forum. In that world, I get to shake hands with Montaigne, and he doesn't dismiss me as a peasant woman — and neither of us has a phone. If Montaigne had a phone, we never would have come up with essays :-)
Thanks Martha I got a phone and I come up with essays. I suppose I'm no Montaigne. Who's he anyway : )
Ah, put did they come to you as "essais" - ? Or do you call them thought leadership? Montaigne was a figment of some minor British lord's imagination, after he almost starved to death while trekking through the jungles of [insert continent] to find the origin of overly complicated sentences. I think I'll add that to Montaigne's Wikipedia page :-)
Every morning during the late 1990's I would hear the strains of Louis Armstrong singing "What a Wonderful World" (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VqhCQZaH4Vs) coming from my younger son's bedroom when his clock radio would wake him up for middle school. As sullen as he sometimes seemed during those years, he also carried a warm spark of hope and joy into his day. So, yes, I, too, see the 'green trees and skies of blue,' that Armstrong sings about, but I also see community, love, caring, kindness, and the freedom for each person to just be who they are. I wish for a world that nurtures those internal sparks into full, glorious flames.
I love this, Judith - taking us all the way that nurtures those “full, glorious flames” within.