On Optimism

Yesterday I lamented the loss of optimism and wondered if it would ever return. I wondered why I felt, in 2001, that things were improving but today they seem to be on such a wrong course. Perhaps because prior to the decline of the Pax Americana we could delude ourselves into believing that the End of History was just a matter of time. Could it possibly be that thanks to bad work of the current presidential administration we find ourselves in a world where optimism is dead? I am not big fan of Mr. Bush, but it seems unlikely to me, despite all of his failings, that the work of one man, or even one administration, could be responsible for the depressed state of world affairs. But could the One - Two punch of Bush and Bin Laden have done the dirty deed? I doubt it.

I suspect in the days to come I will spend much effort exploring why optimism is dead and if in fact it was ever really alive. I hope, that in this exploration I can find a new optimism, for without hope I suspect my blog might become a particularly dreary place.

On a totally unrelated note, while I was working on this blog, Kilu the cat, of his own accord, jumped up into my lap and has now firmly planted himself over my writs, forcing me to type continuously. For one should never disturb a cat that has decided your lap is an acceptable place to rest, especially if the cat is purring up a storm. Ironically as I typed that, Kilu got up and walked away, but I must admit, it is nice whenever a person gets attention, not matter if it's their cat or the company of another human being, we all need to feel loved.