February 3Mankind is like dogs, not gods. As long as you don't get mad, they'll bite you. But stay mad, and you'll never be bitten. Dogs don't respect humility and sorrow. [jack kerouac]I'll admit to one frustration: life is Cambodia is often disconcerting. In this world, I believe hope is real, relevant, and attainable, but the more that I see of it, the more I realize my own diminution; and the more I've come to realize, accept, and understand its perverse survival mechanisms. I've been here 5 months, and everyday I encounter deception and swindle, from the motodope to the waffle vender, a man to his neighbor. Everyday we falter, everyday I ask for certainty, and everyday I am saddened by man's broken and entropic state.
Buechner says, "God calls us to the place where our deep laughter and the world's deep hunger meet." How do we get there? How do we achieve balance? How do we emerge pragmatism, optimism, sorrow, hope?