Going Forward: What Else is There?

From Lahore, Pakistan, Mohsin Hamid writes on behalf of hope for humankind.

None of us is a native of the place we call home. And none of us is a native to this moment in time. We are not native to the instant, already gone, when this sentence began to be written, nor to the instant, also gone, when it began to be read, nor even to this moment, now, which we enter for the first time and which slips away, has slipped away, is irrevocably lost, except from memory.

Humans have always moved, Hamid writes, so why are we now divided into natives and migrants, and why must there always be a struggle for supremacy? Why do we have to accept a world of walls and barriers? Why must we buy the false notion that we can and should return to a better past?Hamid's eloquent essay reminds me for some reason of the E.E.Cummings poem, pity this busy monster, manunkind. Only I'm fairly certain the good universe next door is really our own "world of made."Of course, you know there's a picture book for every existential dilemma known to humankind (or humanindifferent, for that matter) so here's one particularly suited to our own precious, fleeting instant.Little Hummingbird.jpegThe great forest is on fire. Everyone is terrified, panicked, fleeing. All but hummingbird, who flies back and forth to the stream, bringing a drop of water back in her beak with every trip.IMG_3201.jpgThis is simple enough for a child to understand, so what's wrong with us?Clear, sparse text with bold illustrations in black, white, and red, by Haida artist Michael Nicoll Yahgulanaas. An afterword from Wangari Maathai underscores the message. Do what you can. What else is there?From Greystone Books

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