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HOPE and INTELLIGENCE. Anyone care to comment?

From a bona fide misanthropic pal comes this:

"Novelist Richard Powers [says/writes/thinks] that we have no control over having 'hope,' and that's what makes life such a bitch.  Pynchon actually was the first to say that at the end of Vineland, because it simply rises to the fore every time something comes your way that's really desired.

"It's like you get a letter in the mail tomorrow saying that you are one of the 3 finalists for a grant to go on a dig that you've wanted most of your life.  You've been down that road before and say to yourself, 'Easy, easy, don't get carried away; remember the last thousand times that has happened and then it never did go through.'

"And maybe for a day or two you try to put it out of your mind, but gradually, inexorably, that 'hope' begins to assert itself again as the day draws near and the finalist is named.  [N.B.: He assumes it won't be me!]

"Pick a million different situations like that and see how many of them actually came to fruition.  I'm not saying that we see through the same looking-glass, but I have to think that you know this is true.

"I'm not saying that I still won't bet on the long shot, or even the 'chalk' horse, but all those bets, those hopes, usually go unrewarded and the descent is guaranteed.  

"And the closer that it's within reach, the less intelligence comes into play.  It's like that adolescent boy or girl getting just a little bit closer to the desired object.  I'm sure they're going to take a long time to deliberate that one.  Those kinds of emotions are just plain dumb.  A stiff dick or heated ovary has no conscience."

Interested in anyone's thoughts.
scrutney

hope springs eternal, but the tonker doesn't.

i never get my hopes up.

my 10th grade geometry teacher said, after i made a sarcastic remark in class, that she felt sorry that i was so cynical at such a tender age.

i said: "cynics have few pleasures in life but we are rarely disappointed."

mrs. p said later that she spent 2 days in the library, searching that quote only to come up with bupkis.

she asked me where it came from.

"uhhhh...me, i guess."

bieramar

Hope is directly proportional to ego which is directly proportional to desire.

All are negative attributes to be sublimated.
puc reducks

Scrutney,
What do you attribute your young cynical-ness to?  

That is quite an answer!  Mrs. P likely wore out Bartlett's!  Very Happy

What is hope, anyhow?  And WHY don't you get your hopes up?
puc reducks

bieramar wrote:
Hope is directly proportional to ego which is directly proportional to desire.

All are negative attributes to be sublimated.


Bier!  Who knew you could be pithy???  Very Happy



Re sentence 1:  Would you please expound on that?  It's  a + b = c ?  

What is the diff between hope and desire?


Re sentence 2:  EXACTLY.  I soooooo agree.   That is the Work.  Not negating hope because hope is, as my friend said, "Stupid." And a marker of the lack of intelligence.
scrutney

puc reducks wrote:
Scrutney,
What do you attribute your young cynical-ness to?  

That is quite an answer!  Mrs. P likely wore out Bartlett's!  Very Happy

What is hope, anyhow?  And WHY don't you get your hopes up?


christmas.
it builds up hope and then stifles it.
and that is not one of my usual glib answers...i really believe it.

i wanted a stingray bike more than anything i ever wanted in my life.
what i got was a schwinn 3 speed (a nerd's bike)...at twice the price.
my mom (the safety nazi) listened to the sales pitch of a slick bicycle salesman about how they were much safer and the stingray was a fad that wouldn't last.

i was devastated.

santa claus teaches us to believe the little lies so that we can accept the bigger lies, later on in life.

"this won't hurt a bit."
"work hard. be diligent and trustworthy and ye shall be rewarded."
"all men are created equal."

i never believed any of that crap.

and i figured out santa claus right around my 6th birthday when the tooth fairy failed to pop up one day when i lost a tooth...shoved it under my pillow and neglected to tell my parents.

a cynic was born.
bieramar

puc reducks wrote:
bieramar wrote:
Hope is directly proportional to ego which is directly proportional to desire.


Bier!  Who knew you could be pithy???  Very Happy

Re sentence 1:  Would you please expound on that?  It's  a + b = c ?  
What is the diff between hope and desire?


The "pithy" in my post Happy Hour post most likely was due to having been cornered by a friend and Zen novitiate who was bubbling over with his newly found insights, and who kept reciting koans to me between swallows of microbrews.  

The quantity and intensity of ego equals the quantity/intensity of hope, and also of desire.

a = b = c

Because all three are different aspects of the same human attribute (here's where the limitations of words and metaphor get tricky), and that attribute - common to all humans - is "awareness of lack of wholeness and awarenes of separation from the one."  What philosophers and theologians have attempted to explain since the beginning of thought.

Hope, ego, and desire are manifestations of our un- and/or semi-conscious awareness of incompleteness; and the initial nudges to our thinking selves to begin searching for a way to the ultimate wholeness.

"Everything that rises must converge" ~ Pierre Teilhard de Chardin
puc reducks

Roger that, Bieramar.  (More after I cogitate.)

How does the subconscious play into all of this, do you think?

And while we are there, who is running the individual's subconscious?
puc reducks

Yikes, Scrutney!  Six is a tender age to "lose" Santa and the Tooth Fairy!  I think I was 15...  LMAO!!!

What a story about your bike.  I can almost hear your jaw grind as you typed that.  It is an enormous disappointment not to get the Stingray (and getting a nerdy bike instead was such an insult). That'd give me a diff perspective, too.  I can't recall a Christmas that wasn't a huge let-down, BTW.  Not only materially, but every single other way. *shudder*

All three quotes you listed?  I agree.  The IDEA of them is "nice," but the REALITY is nonexistent.  Too soon we learn that.

At least your 'rents got you a bike.  I had to buy my own.  They were "too dangerous," so father forbade me from having one.  I wrote up a negotiation to which my father agreed. He had no clue that determination ran me.  I put my paltry 50 cents-a-week allowance into a savings account, and deposited my half dollar until my mother told my father, "Just buy her the bicycle!"  He refused.  So, every cent I could beg or borrow ($10 each from two favorite uncles who kept telling my dad, "Frank, just buy her the bike!") went into the account.  Took me from around April to just into the next school year, but I plunked down $49.99 at the Western Flyer store--and wheeled  it home.  I didn't know how to ride it!

I got a turquoise-and-white Columbia... no speed.  Guess what I have in my living room in North City?  Yep.  They re-issued the very same bicycle--and I bought one.  I really want my 10-speed black coffee colored Raleigh back, but that won't ever happen.  "Rosebud."
Mac IX

Hell, I am even still buying lottery tickets (but I do take the lump sum, not the 20 year payements)

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