“…The desire of the moth for the star,
Of the night for the morrow,
The devotion to something afar
From the sphere of our sorrow?…”
– P.B. Shelley
Kristen Kosmas, spoke to me with a candor that I found deeply endearing. She spoke to me of sadness and shock at what she has seen recently. She spoke of human conflicts, announcements of bombings and escalating violence, impending destruction of habitat, the epidemic of banal assertion of power by state actors. Yet, through it all what was striking, was her intuition of hope and possibility.