In Viktor Frankl’s ‘Yes to life in spite of everything’ – a collection of lectures he gave after WWII – he talks about the preciousness and value of life precisely because it is finite. We live in a world of consequences, where our actions, words, thoughts, bring about results we care about, where events bigger than us bring about results we care about. And in the middle of that we have to decide how to behave and for what purpose, and for whom.
What lowers my opinion of the English is the perfect rapier wit for puncturing attempts at doing anything (including constructive things) under the umbrella that everything is tainted. I know there is always room for a joke, but the English way undermines positivity.
Some things, you don’t resolve them. You don’t get an answer and you accept that and you move on and you leave the thing unresolved because it’s okay to do that in this imperfect world. And other times it’s not okay and you have to resolve it and if you don’t resolve it then you…
Saturday lunchtime and the cafes are bursting. This is Cambridge. No, it’s not just students. The cafes are full of fully developed people as well.
From an article in the BBC History magazine on change in the 1800s: By the early 1860s, around 400 million photographic cards of celebrities were being sold every year in Britain alone.
In 1872, Susan B Anthony was convicted and fined for attempting to vote in her hometown of Rochester, New York. Six years later, in 1878, Anthony and her colleague Elizabeth Cady Stanton had an amendment put before Congress giving women the right to vote. It became the Nineteenth Amendment to the U.S. Constitution in 1920.
“Remember when we used to work in offices?” “What about shaking hands, remember that? And kissing!” “I’d share my last cigarette with you, except…” “They used to have lifts, where people all stood together.”