May each of you live lives of immersion. They won't necessarily be easy lives. But in the end, it is all that will sustain us.
Jacqueline NovogratzRead
I've been working on issues of poverty for more than 20 years, and so it's ironic that the problem that and question that I most grapple with is how you actually define poverty. What does it mean?
Interpretation
Defining poverty is complex and requires deep reflection.
Jacqueline Novogratz highlights the irony in her extensive experience with poverty that despite two decades of work, she still grapples with what poverty truly means. This suggests that poverty is not merely a lack of resources, but a nuanced concept that involves various social, economic, and emotional dimensions.
In practice
In a discussion about social justice, I would reference Novogratz's quote to emphasize the complexities of poverty.
May each of you live lives of immersion. They won't necessarily be easy lives. But in the end, it is all that will sustain us.
When people gain income, they gain choice, and that is fundamental to dignity.
The poor don't live in functional market economies as the rest of us do, but in political economies where corruption and broken systems extend from local government to moneylenders.
Each of us can work to change a small portion of events. And it's in the total of all those acts that the history of this generation will be written.
Don't let people tell you to do it this way. You are on the verge of figuring out hybrid models -- with companies and nonprofits, markets, government, crowd-sourced philanthropy. The capitalist system as we know it is not working.
Traditional charity and aid are never going to solve the problems of poverty.
Every civilization sees itself as the center of the world and writes its history as the central drama of human history.
The idea that women are innately gentle is a fantasy, and a historically recent one. Kali, the Hindu goddess of destruction, is depicted as wreathed in male human skulls; the cruel entertainments of the Romans drew audiences as female as they were male; Boudicca led her British troops bloodily into battle.
Money has lost its narrative quality the way painting did once upon a time. Money is talking to itself.
Forth from his dark and lonely hiding-place, (Portentous sight!) the owlet Atheism, sailing on obscene wings athwart the noon, drops his blue-fringed lids, and holds them close, and hooting at the glorious sun in Heaven, cries out, ''Where is it?''
Chance makes a plaything of a man's life.
There is no dusk to be, There is no dawn that was, Only there's now, and now, And the wind in the grass.
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