My name is Maddy. I am an anthropology major living in the great northwest.
I play video games, sleep a lot, and obsess over Lord of the Rings. Currently I am teaching myself the banjo.
“We are hard pressed on every side, but not crushed; perplexed, but not in despair;”
(2 Corinthians 4:8 NIV)
The wise men tell us that the world is growing happier—that we live longer than did our fathers, have more of comfort and less of toil, fewer wars and discords, and higher hopes and aspirations. So say the wise men; but deep in our hearts we know they are wrong. For were not we, too, born in Arcadia, and have we not—each one of us—in that May of life when the world was young, started out lightly and airily along the path that led through the green meadows to the blue mountains on the distant horizon, beyond which lay the great world we were to conquer? And though others dropped behind, have we not gone on through morning brightness and noonday heat, with eyes always withered, and the way grew hard and stony, and the blue mountains resolved into gray rocks and thorny cliffs? And when at last we reached the toilsome summits, we found the glory that had lured us onward was the only sunset glow that fades into darkness while we look, and leaves us at the very goal to sink down, tired in body and sick at heart, with strength and courage gone, to close our eyes and dream again, not of fame and fortune that were to be ours, but only of the old-time happiness that we have left so far behind.
— James Mooney (The Ghost Dance Religion and Wounded Knee)