Pandora’s pot (it’s not a box in the original version) all the evil escapes into the world, and the only content of the pot left behind is hope. You could read this to say hope is always with you in the worst of times, but read the story properly and you see hope was the voice the tricked Pandora into opening the pot. hope is the reason for the whole mess. Hope hurts.
one of the best quotes i ever read came from Duncton wood; “Rebbecca knew that hope was like winter aconite, healing if used correctly, but deadly poisonous if not.”
…You could also read Pandora’s story to say that, since hope /stayed/ in the pot–unlike the sadness, pain, etc that we feel because those /did/ come out into the world–perhaps there /is/ no hope.
It’s interesting that this culture sometimes seems to put more emphasis on aunts and uncles than mothers or fathers.
On the subject of how poisonous hope can be, a liver-rendingly beautiful demonstration of this has to be Joyce from Buffy the Vampire Slayer when Buffy has run away. You can see hope flash across her face when there’s a knock at the door, and how a little bit of her dies when it’s not Buffy. And you know that this happens EVERY time there’s a knock on the door, EVERY time the phone rings.
Hope is beautiful. And hope is cruel.
Shiitake, I think it means that pain, anger and chaos come into the world on their own. But you have to bring hope into the world all on your own, you have to reach into the pot and lift it out.
I know going through the archives 6 years later. I love this comic.
Man…hope really sucks. Particularly in matters of the liver.
Pandora’s pot (it’s not a box in the original version) all the evil escapes into the world, and the only content of the pot left behind is hope. You could read this to say hope is always with you in the worst of times, but read the story properly and you see hope was the voice the tricked Pandora into opening the pot. hope is the reason for the whole mess. Hope hurts.
one of the best quotes i ever read came from Duncton wood; “Rebbecca knew that hope was like winter aconite, healing if used correctly, but deadly poisonous if not.”
Fortuna is a *****. It’s written in the Carmina Burana.
uff.
…You could also read Pandora’s story to say that, since hope /stayed/ in the pot–unlike the sadness, pain, etc that we feel because those /did/ come out into the world–perhaps there /is/ no hope.
It’s interesting that this culture sometimes seems to put more emphasis on aunts and uncles than mothers or fathers.
On the subject of how poisonous hope can be, a liver-rendingly beautiful demonstration of this has to be Joyce from Buffy the Vampire Slayer when Buffy has run away. You can see hope flash across her face when there’s a knock at the door, and how a little bit of her dies when it’s not Buffy. And you know that this happens EVERY time there’s a knock on the door, EVERY time the phone rings.
Hope is beautiful. And hope is cruel.
Shiitake, I think it means that pain, anger and chaos come into the world on their own. But you have to bring hope into the world all on your own, you have to reach into the pot and lift it out.
I know going through the archives 6 years later. I love this comic.