Showing posts with label Pandora's box. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Pandora's box. Show all posts

Wednesday, July 27, 2022

Hope revisited.

In today’s World with the current Covid pandemic, the Russian War with Ukraine and the dramatic climatic events, Hope is an essential ‘element’ of life today, or so I believe.

Hope it is best defined by its opposite – despair. We all understand Hope but cannot explain it. Hope is more than a belief, though it is often defined as such – a belief that the situation will get better. It is more a combination of a judgement, an optimistic outlook and an ‘inner knowledge’ that everything comes to pass and all will be well. 

Hope is not dependent on some future event - this is a wish. It is a present experience dependent on nothing but itself. Furthermore Hope never comes suddenly but always results, from a gradual, and almost certainly unconscious, reappraisal of the current (and generally calamitous) situation and based on this a judgement is made – either hope or despair. It has in it an element almost of faith, which is defined most elegantly in the King James Bible (Heb 11:1) – “Now faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen” - but Hope is certainly more than faith.

Destroying Hope is a ruthless tool used by autocratic, dictatorial and oppressive regimes wherever they are found. 

Most of us have heard the term ‘Pandora’s Box’ (or more correctly it should be a jar) – but may not know the story behind the term. It is a story worth repeating. 

In the ancient Greek legend about the beginning of mankind and how the travails that beset human beings came into being, Pandora (meaning ‘the all gifted’) was the first woman sent by Zeus to earth. Typical of all Greek legends it is complex and multi-layered, with many possible meanings (this myth came to prominence in a poem by Hesiod about 850 BCE). 

In the beginning (according to the legend) when the world was new and man (as in male) had just been created by Zeus, Prometheus stole fire from heaven for the benefit and comfort of man. Zeus was extremely angry at this and took revenge by presenting Pandora, a beautiful woman (created from earth and water), to man. As part of her outfit, Pandora had a jar (sometimes described as a box) which she was told never to open under any circumstance. Driven by her natural curiosity, Pandora opened the container and all the evils and travails that now beset mankind escaped and spread over the earth. In shock she quickly closed the jar (or dropped the lid of the box), but the whole contents of the container had escaped, except for one thing, Hope. 

Definitely misogynistic – carried forward to the Bible story about Adam and Eve!

Despair is dark whereas Hope is light and as moths to a candle humans are attracted by the light of Hope and repelled by the darkness of Despair. It is the proverbial “light at the end of the tunnel.” 

In the darkest hours and when confronted by the most severe calamities of life, never give up Hope. Remember everything comes to pass and there will be the light of a new dawn.

Sunday, April 19, 2020

Some thoughts.

In these times of great tribulation it is worthwhile, I think, to carefully consider one’s situation. Some, of course, might not agree with me but I derive my thoughts from a variety of sources – some very old – for instance the Ancient Greeks.

Fate, or Chance, or Providence does not play a fair game with us humans. It does not abide by any rules; is not moved by any considerations; is not turned aside by any prayers; or made malignant by any curses. Its onset can neither be retarded, nor hurried, tempered nor envenomed, avoided or way-laid by anything we do.

Why blame it? It moves at its own inexorable pace towards its own determined end.

It is we, humans, who make the rules of the games we play, who plead for consideration, who try to shelter behind the situations we caused. Why blame it if we are thin skinned, if we are unready, if we are cowards, if we did not for-see the consequences, if we are fatuous enthusiasts for our causes?

All we should know is that there is no armour, no shield, no antidote. Some of us trust in fortitude, some in fatalism, some in a hereafter, and a few hardy ones in a grim, derisive, humorous cynicism.

And if at the end of things our trust fails – it does not matter! 

To again quote from The Rubaiyat, by Omar Khayyam, quatrain 52:-

And that inverted Bowl we call the Sky,
Whereunder crawling coop’t we live and die,
Lift not thy hands to It for help – for It
Rolls impotently on as Thou or I.



But then as with Pandora's box - there is always Hope!!