One Can Only Hope
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There was a story told, long ago in the eighties, by British mod band, The Jam, in which the singer bemoans the fact that he once believed the lies of his lost love. In the chorus he surmises “For the bitterest pill is hard to swallow. The love I gave hangs in sad-coloured, mocking shadows…” he then confirms this revelation with a drawn out “yeah“. Of course all wisdom has to be earned, usually the hard way, and as for sanity, spare me your homilies. In my experience it rarely comes in bottles, not even ones claiming to be medicinal.
It is unrealistic to assume that those with the greatest influence over our lives will willingly swallow the unpalatable elixir of truth and wisdom. The way they tell it they have nothing to gain, except for a nasty taste in their mouths. But if one keeps that bottle out in plain sight and waves the spoon relentlessly under their noses, well… one can only hope.
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