Greetings Friends and Neighbors, The following is an addendum to my recent Letter to my friend Sam. The series goes by the name The Anarchist and the Animist. I refer in this piece to Sam’s last letter, #4: The Ship. With care, Adam Dear Sam, I chickened out in my last letter. There was something I was going to say about hope that has been nipping at my earlobes for weeks now. Around the time we started this dialogue you told me a story that I can’t shake. Forgive me if I’ve told it already, but it is the kind of story that generously comes around to offer seconds. You said, “Sometimes my practice of radical hospitality includes buying someone who is in pain a beer if they ask me for it. Sometimes it includes drinking a beer with them so that they don’t feel alone. What if the numbing effect of that beer is the only thing keeping them alive?”
The Anarchist and the Animist #5b: The Hope Thieves
Thank you