More and more it feels like we're climbing the stairway to nowhere. The news is unbearable (I ignore it as much as seems possible and appropriate): Trump tries to interfere with the election by not funding the post office and putting a GOP operative in charge of it; the GOP demands to have more watchers at the polls (undoubtedly to harass voters); COVID-19 continues while governmental (state and federal) officials insist that schools open with in classroom instruction (?—imagine a teacher trying to get 20-30 five year olds or fifteen year olds to keep their masks on and maintain social distancing!), etc. etc. etc. Meanwhile we're approaching peak hurricane season.
That all sounds pretty depressing, But as I have come to believe, human experience is always paradoxical, and so what on the surface or at one moment or from one point of view might appear to be clearly of one sort, this is seldom (never?) the case. It takes effort and grace to see more deeply and more clearly. What will all this look like weeks, months, years from now? It is at this point that faith (whether religious or scientific or Marxist or . . .) is most needed—because it can support (realistic) hope and I also believe that for human life to survive and even thrive, hope is ever necessary.
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