Great ideas, it has been said, come into the world as gently as doves. Perhaps then, if we listen attentively, we shall hear, amid the uproar of empires and nations, a faint flutter of wings, the gentle stirring of life and hope. Some will say that this hope lies in a nation; others, in a [wo]man. I believe rather that it is awakened, revived, nourished by millions of solitary individuals whose deeds and works every day negate frontiers and the crudest implications of history. Albert Camus “Create Dangerously”
Every morning the doves fly from their home, free as birds should be. IT might be that the continuing presence of the doves is why some of us greet the morning as an act of resistance, even as the odds are not in our favour.