At long last I muster the courage to post this song. It might be old and romantic but tonight I feel like a little daredevil and am willing to ignore the slur of people who won’t read this entry anyway. So I will go ahead and admit that this song has grown on me and I might – on the whole – feel a tad romantic just now. As I have had that little faith lately. Surprisingly enough, the rewards are manifold. So, today I allow myself the luxury to just lean back and dwell a little… After all, my world has become not the world according to Garp but more the Arthur Schopenhauer version of a “world of will and representation” over the last decade or so. But I learned something new recently: that doesn’t neccessarily have to lead one into adopting a miserly view on the world and humans in particular. In the end will and representation are essential, taking that book – title literally. The trick is to will for what makes you whole, represent it and have a little faith in others. Thus, Christmas might come early and last for some while.
Have a little faith in me, John Hyatt
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