The first post after 1/20/2009

[yldann]

Hope and fear go hand in hand. One seldom exists without the other. To hope, one must acknowledge failure as a possibility. Otherwise it would be knowing, not hope. This time, the stakes are too high to tolerate the possibility of failure. With hope, the fear is palpable, slamming me in the face. Yet, I must walk through it to the place of knowing.

This I do know:

I take responsibility for the mess.
I take responsibility for the mess.
I take responsibility for the mess.

There is no savior who will save me. There is no boat that will carry me away. The people in power now are you and me. Although we may be speakers and poets, scientists and lawyers, economists, and clowns, we are not oily sharks with teeth, skilled at doing battle with same. Yet, we are all we have.

Whatever other worlds may exist, wherever else we may have lived, whoever may occasionally visit us from Elsewhere, for now there is only this world and all the life upon it. These are the days I have, and these are the tools I am given to work with. So work I must.

I am terrified and exhilarated.