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Hopefulness must spring, [Jean Giono] decided, from literature and the profession of poetry. Authors only write. So, to be fair about it, they have an obligation to profess hopefulness, in return for their right to live and write. The poet must know the magical effect of certain words: hay, grass meadows, willows, rivers, firs, mountains, hills, People have suffered so long inside walls that they have forgotten to be free, Giono thought. Human beings were not created to live forever in subways and tenements, for their feet long to stride through tall grass. or slide through running water. The poet's mission is to remind us of beauty, of trees swaying in the breeze, or pines groaning under snow in mountain passes, of wild white horses galloping across the surf.
You know, Giono said to me, there are also times in life when a person has to rush off in pursuit of hopefulness.
-Norma L. Goodrich,
from the afterword of The Man Who Planted Trees by Jean Giono.
i found a lot of truth in that.
also: Edgan Allen Poe had theories similar to the Big Bang theory 100 years before its scientific conception.
i'm finding a lot of beauty and hope and purpose. this is good. so good.