I Wondered What It Does To Each

But What, Precisely, Is Hope? At A Talk I Gave Last Spring, Someone Asked Me To Define It. I Turned The Question Back On The Audience, And Here’s The Definition We All Came Up With: Hope Is A Longing For A Future Condition Over Which You Have No Agency; It Means You Are Essentially Powerless.

When Dams Were Erected On The Columbia, Salmon Battered Themselves Against The Concrete, Trying To Return Home. I Expect No Less From Us. We Too Must Hurl Ourselves Against And Through The Literal And Metaphorical Concrete That Contains And Constrains Us, That Keeps Us From Talking About What Is Most Important To Us, That Keeps Us From Living The Way Our Bones Know We Can, That Bars Us From Our Home. It Only Takes One Person To Bring Down A Dam.

Within This Culture Wealth Is Measured By One's Ability To Consume And Destroy.

Violence, And Evil, Doesn't Always Come Dressed In Black, And It Doesn't Always Look Like Charles Manson. Nor Does It Always Come To Us As Obvious And Arrogant[...]. Often It Comes To Us With The Simple Plea To Be Reasonable.

By Deafening Ourselves To The Emotional Consequences Of Violence We Have Become Confused By Its Relationship To Sex. We Have Come To Believe That Violence Equals Aggression, And We Have Come To Base Our Model Of Sexuality On Our Model Of Violence... Converting An Act Of Aggression Into An Act Of Consensual Sexuality.