A Morning Reverie

Before this, or any, moment, it's all a dream; all that is past is a bendable
dream and only the moment truly exists.

The sun, just rising over the horizon, lights the tops of the barren trees of
this fall morning, promising the warmth of this fall day that will follow this
chilly morning. But, the chill is the reality and the promise of warmth is just
a hopeful fantasy; perhaps the promise of warmth will be a false hope or no
hope at all.

This is the reality: past dreams and future fantasies. Hope is the problem;
without the hope of future moments what else is there? Hope is the trust
we have in our future fantasies. It seems the real problem is trust. No
mater what pleasant past dreams we have had, if we have somehow lost
trust in our future fantasies then we have lost the future.

The sun is now over the horizon, the barren trees fully lit, and true to its
promise, it is getting warmer. Today, in a small way, my trust has proven
itself.

This is not the problem, trusting Sun, and other parts of nature. Trust and
hope, when they involve others, are dependent on their actions, which are
as a nature more impulsive, less lawlike, then nature. Unlike nature, people
are not always to be trusted at their word.

If people could never be trusted, then there is no problem, then we would

always just disbelieve them and leave it at that. Instead we find that people
commit to promises fully in the moment, the only real existence, only to
find themselves making another promise, at another equally real moment,
totally at odds with the promise that your hope was based upon.

If this happens enough, your hope dies and with it your future.

We spread hope together; no one of us can alone; when we forget that, then
the future disappaers.

© B. W. Reed November 19, 2008