I've noticed...that the range represented in the last two days' posts is a reflection of the range that seems to naturally operate within me—the range between honesty (poison) and hope (restoration). Sometimes those feel like polar opposites—that they are even at war with one another (...at the very least, incompatible). But most of the time, that isn't how it feels to me.
Hope, for me, is muted when dishonesty exists. We must be more honest about the state of things. If we can't, hope has less meaning.
On the other hand, real honesty is not the end either. In fact, it is only a means to an end. Without an end, honesty is, well, just honesty—endearing to some; overwhelming to others. I am naturally a hopeful person. I believe in something bigger; I watch for it. I am motivated by it.
From my perspective, hope is the antidote to honesty. And, honesty makes hope real.
The more honest we are, the more hopeful we can actually be. And, the more hopeful we can be, the more we can afford to be honest. These two 'Hs' reflect the range of my spectrum.
