The Grand essentials of happiness are: something to do, something to love, and something to hope for…
Allan K. Chalmers
I prefer to think in terms of the not-so-grand essentials that work just as well. We cannot put a quart in a pint glass after all, because abstractions of such can never agree and invariably come back to the same thing: something to hope for.
Reinhold Niebuhr wrote:
“Nothing worth doing is completed in our lifetime. Therefore, we are saved by hope.”
Which is pretty gloomy stuff, but goes on to state that:
“Nothing true or beautiful or good makes complete sense in any immediate context of history; therefore, we are saved by faith.”
Which is more or less exactly the same thing— all the while making a non-essential argument about ‘grand things’. It is however, more than likely that he’s saying— it can be no more separated from patience than from the form itself. You see, there will always be a little something along the way to chew.
Like the devil said to Noah, it’s bound to clear up.
A lack patience is the reason liquor was created; made in mind for those who wanted a hundred beers but only a small pocket to carry them in. It is the original vendible distilled— sometimes many, many times— in order to promote a little optimism in its users’ lives. There should however, be more— something that doesn’t consider one’s innards to be comestible.
The Hope Springs flavoured Waters range would be a step in the right direction, particularly for those with a more delicate sense of taste; preferring a cool and smooth beverage as opposed to something that thinks of you as food— which is why there should be a Hope-I-don’t-Bloat range of dietary snacks; or perhaps an educational device: The Hope-I-Float swimming trainer; an invaluable tool for first time paddlers.
But there should at least be something for those of us who are concerned that our child or childs will fall for the wrong ‘sort’: the I Hope they don’t Elope parental handbook, would deal with that, providing the reader with all those woes, a tender examination of possible solutions— and if all those fail; a how-to-guide composed of violent recriminatory advice entitled: Acrimony before Matrimony.
Personally, I’d prefer to see something on the lines of:
Hope on a Rope
It would be less retentive than water, with fewer calories than food; you’re less likely to get drunk and drown because you’ve forgotten your arm-bands; and no one’s father is going to shoot you. Instead, you can just lather up and rinse and drip-dry, safe in the knowledge that you need never hope you smell well, again. Or simply, wear your hope and make it real— we wear our hearts from time to time do we not?
Porro fides est rerum sperandarum substantia, demonstratio eorum quae non videntur—
Which is probably the most elegant of all definitions: the substance of things hoped for and the evidence of things not seen…
It certainly has a better ring to it than Pope-soap.