A man who carries a cat by the tail learns something he can learn in no other way.

Don’t give up little man. Battle on! Royal Botanical Gardens, Hobart. March 2012.

What more could one ask for this lovely Theme Thursday than a little bit oh HOPE?

“What are we if we are without HOPE?”, one might ask.

The answer is of course Tasmanian, but at the moment, it’s neither here nor there!

No, HOPE springs eternal, noted short literary bloke Alexander Pope used to say. He has a point, but that doesn’t mean that the confidence in an assured outcome will ever be repaid. Unfortunately, the cynical among us sometimes can’t help but feel that HOPE is the eternal purchasing of a TattsLotto ticket to a draw that will never happen.

Of course if HOPE translates itself into something more than the passive expectation of a result, it might have some use. HOPE transformed into action might instill a determination that otherwise could dissipate. This is the HOPE I like. This is the HOPE that seems very un-Tasmanian.

Can you tell that I’m having a good past couple of weeks?

Bring on the Easter Rabbit!

Comments

Roddy said…

What can we do with a drunken Ezra? Early in the morning.

5 April 2012 at 20:15

Brian Miller said…

i rather like the thought of hope as an action....and great pic of the kid man...

6 April 2012 at 03:29

Mrsupole said…

I just wonder sometimes if we did not have any hope then would we ever invent anything or make changes in our lives. So maybe you are correct in saying that hope can be active. At least I hope you are right.

Have a Happy Easter and TT.

God bless.

8 April 2012 at 22:30

Hold me now, oh hold me now, until this hour has gone around. And I'm gone on the rising tide, to face Van Dieman's Land

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This will hurt me...

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