The world is full of hopeful analogies and handsome, dubious eggs, called possibilities.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
Eggs is a kind of a plucky, brave 11-year-old boy who thinks he is a boxtroll. And he's kind of one of these mythological feral children who are raised in isolation of humanity and, by virtue of that, have a deeper connection to humanity because they've been raised away from the poisons of society.
Yesterday's news feeds our fear that our neighbours are more likely than not to be bad eggs: benefit fraudsters, bogus asylum seekers, paedophiles or jihadist terrorists.
A lot of our assumptions of the world are fairly cynical, fairly negative, and assume the worst. What our reading tastes show - in this rush to fantasy, romance, whatever - is that we actually still want to believe in a world of possibility, in a world of mystery.
The shrewd guess, the fertile hypothesis, the courageous leap to a tentative conclusion - these are the most valuable coins of the thinker at work. But in most schools guessing is heavily penalized and is associated somehow with laziness.
One can say with reasonable confidence that the likelihood of something analogous to a human evolving is really pretty high.
The bird fights its way out of the egg. The egg is the world. Whoever will be born must destroy a world.
The world is apt to judge of everything by the success; and whoever has ill fortune will hardly be allowed a good name.
Hope can be the most wonderful thing in the world or it can crush your heart like an eggshell.
Sometimes pessimism or optimism gets popular, and it's contagious.
I feel like there's a world of possibilities out there.
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