So, the first one of the dreaded days is down and out, and it was both better and worse than expected.
But today, with its emotional turmoil, did get me thinking about something again.
When I was a child, newly reading the Greek Mythology series, one of them kept my attention: Pandora’s Box (which was actually a jar).
Back then, I’d realized that something rankled, that some incongruity made the facts in the story ill-fitting, but I didn’t care too much about it. After all, for me as a child, hope held little interest as an emotion (though, I was not a little robot, promise). It’s just, in my childish view, things either went well (because you worked for it) or they didn’t go well (because you didn’t work enough for it); expectations, or hope as it may be, had no place in it.
As an young adult, having already a respectable number of years’ experience under my belt, I got interested in this previously-ignored feeling. The story came back to mind, and with it the disruption in logic.
How could hope be in a box (jar) with all the misfortunes that subsequently were thrust upon the world by the opening of said box(jar)? So, was hope a bad thing and leaving it behind in the box (jar) spared us of an even worse fate? Or was hope a good thing and keeping it in the box (jar) was a good thing because it became our last recourse before all manner of evil? But then, if it’s good, how can it help while being trapped in the box(jar)?
What kind of Schrödinger’s cat mystery was this?
So far, the only logical conclusion I’ve reached is that, regardless of hope’s true nature, it’s a good thing that it’s in the jar. And the result is what should count right?
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