The insights of others continually add to our understanding of what is going on and how the world works.  Daily each of us draws upon an immense and growing store of wisdom.

* I learn that the population of the world, in spite of slower growth and even declining numbers in some countries, will continue to rise and rise towards 11 billion in this century. Here is what John Stuart Mill wrote on the subject in his Principles of Political Economy first published in 1848 when the world’s population was not more than a sixth of what it is now.

“It is not good for man to be kept perforce at all times in the presence of his species. A world from which solitude is extirpated, is a very poor ideal… Nor is there much satisfaction in contemplating the world with nothing left to the spontaneous activity of nature; with every rood of land brought into cultivation, which is capable of growing food for human beings: every flowery waste or natural pasture ploughed up, all quadrupeds or birds which are not domesticated for man’s use exterminated as his rivals for food, every hedgerow or superfluous tree rooted out, and scarcely a place left where a wild shrub or flower could grow without being eradicated as a weed in the name of improved agriculture.

If the earth must lose that great portion of its pleasantness which it owes to things that the unlimited increase of wealth and population would extirpate from it, for the mere purpose of enabling it to support a larger but not a better or a happier population, I sincerely hope, for the sake of posterity, that they will content to be stationery, long before necessity compels them to it.”

* These days West Indians again and again lament over the failure of our cricketers when we want so much to reclaim the glories of the not so distant past. Everyone has a reason for the repeated failures: bad administration at the top; lack of full professional fitness; material greed replacing devotion to a sacred cause; sheer absence of outstanding talent; uninspiring leadership; too few trained minds. I don’t know what is true.

But I read an article by Timothy O’Grady about the great golfer Arnold Palmer and it ends with an insight which I believe applies to West Indian cricket in its current phase. The article ends with O’Grady trying to discover in his interview with Arnold Palmer what we all want to know about champions: “Before I left I asked him what he thought his greatest strength as a player had been. Year after year, golf magazines judged him the best long iron player in the game.

He was renowned for his power, his attacking play, his ability to escape from trouble and his fearless putting. But he didn’t pause before answering. “Desire,”, he said. “Desire.”

* How can we be informed justly, properly? The trouble with news is its newsworthiness – it focuses on the exceptional, most often the exceptionally awful. GK Chesterton long, long ago pointed out that when we read that a window-cleaner fell to his death our general understanding of window-cleaning is distorted. The information that 35,000 window-cleaners did not fall to their death would have given a much more balanced view of the matter.
* And last night I read a poem by Robert Bly and it made me think how much of life is made up of love of our children and the help of our friends and deep memories of our parents. Here are the last four stanzas of Robert Bly’s poem ‘I Have Daughters and I Have Sons’:
I have daughters and I have sons.

When one of them lays a hand

On my shoulder, shining fish

Turn suddenly in the deep sea.

At this age, I especially love dawn

On the sea, stars above the trees,

Pages in “The Threefold Life,”

And the pale faces of baby mice.

Perhaps our life is made of struts

And paper, like those early

Wright Brothers planes. Neighbors

Run along holding the wingtips.

I’ve always loved Yeats’s fierceness

As he jumped into a poem,

And that lovely calm in my father’s

Hands as he buttoned his coat.