A miracle

is that we humans have managed to survive for so long all the while happily slaughtering each other to gain wealth and power, destroying children of other people and our own, doing unspeakable horrors to anyone who is weaker than us, all the while mainting hope and the illusion of the good in man.

Strangely this view that people are basically good is not supported by the laws and the commandments who peculiarly somehow have to remind the man that he should not stab his neighbour in the face, steal his wife and have sex with his cow, and of course he should NEVER EVER plant his shrubbery so that its branches might cast a shadow over his neighbour's garden - one of the cardinal sins.

This dichotomy is very peculiar, giving us hope in the times of big crises, causing us to unite against our common shrubbery-wielding enemy, but as soon as the crisis is over, the units, who were so happily congruous just a minute ago, start bickering who gets a better seat at the table and a bigger piece of the pie and so on.

As long as we have nothing there is always hope and as soon as we have something we fight for it.

It is easy to sacrifice your possessions and give everything you own for the good of the family/society/ant hill when you have nothing, but when you reap your rewards, if you survived of course, it is much harder to share them with others who have nothing (probably because you took it from them in the first place).