For the joy of life
There’s a wonderful and joyous image doing the rounds on facebook, so good that I thought I’d share it.
It reminded me of something Trotsky wrote shortly before a Stalinist agent drove an ice pick into his head and killed him:
Natasha has just come up to the window from the courtyard and opened it wider so that the air may enter more freely into my room. I can see the bright green strip of grass beneath the wall, and the clear blue sky above the wall, and sunlight everywhere. Life is beautiful. Let the future generations cleanse it of all evil, oppression and violence, and enjoy it to the full.
Sometimes as we beaver away at our lives, and in my case my writing, studying and working, and as we engage in the political debates and struggles of the day, we can lose sight of our ultimate objective, a society where we can be fully human at last.
The image above to me shows the joy that is and should be life.