Humanity is skating through Gaza.

“I don’t hope for anything.
I just want to put the fear inside me away.”

10-year-old Tala Abu Ajwa

Tala’s father identified her body by the pink skates laced to her feet. They matched her pink bedroom surrounded by a neighborhood where bombed streets had made skating and life as a hopeful kid less than certain.

Her father undoubtedly had balanced the risk in his mind of the small but real chance that she would be injured or killed by the war, against living a part of her childhood.  In lesser ways, we all do this math daily, comparing small contingent risks against small but certain costs.  Vaccination, safety belts, and bug spray to avoid mosquito-transmitted illnesses. Each adds to our accumulated risks, like probabilistic invoices of mortality.

John Maynard Keynes noted, “In the long run, we are all dead.” Last week, Asmas was alive. Hopefulness is the anomaly of humanity, which emits moments of illuminated joy surrounded by the eternity of night.

We strap on pink skates, wear bug spray and safety belts, and find our way through the torn-up streets of the world. Optimism and delight make life precious. Having built a pink bedroom for her, Tala’s father let her play in a war zone. He gave the gift of childhood in a world that exacts too high a price for the dangerous optimism that is our human spark against the long night.

 

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