|Subject||:||Some hopes for the future|
|Author||:||Sophia Gates mailto:%firstname.lastname@example.org|
|Date||:||08-22-2001 on 06:11 p.m.|
|I hope we are still here in 2101.
I hope we have learned to respect ourselves and the other flora and fauna with whom we share this planet.
I hope we have the time and leisure to worry about synthetic dyes.
I hope Patrick's nightmare vision - or Bill Gates' reality - will be seen as anathema, and that people will still treasure the work of mind and hands; that they will still love the smell of wool; that war rugs will still be viewed, if not as beautiful art, then as almost unbearably poignant reminders of chaos and suffering.
I hope that we will have learned to manage our economy and our political struggles with compassion and with a sense of balance.
I hope that we will have learned to stop brutalizing each other and our planet. I hope that we will still value beauty and the creative process. I hope that we will not have forgotten how to dance.
I hope we can stabilize our population and protect the plants and animals who, willy-nilly, must depend upon us for their very lives.
If all of things come true, then we'll still be collecting rugs, and arguing about them; but more importantly, we'll still be making them. We'll still be painting; we'll still link arms and dance. Our voices will be raised in song.
If not. . .
|Subject||:||Re:Some hopes for the future|
|Author||:||R. John Howe mailto:%email@example.com|
|Date||:||08-23-2001 on 07:15 p.m.|
|Hi Sophia -
Good to see your voice.
Your conditions are daunting.
R. John Howe