(You might not have instinctually inferred this, but she was wrong.)
Later the little girl went to Sunday school where she learned that God was almighty and eternal, as well as a caring father, gracious and protective in all of his thoughts and ways. And she thought this was beautiful indeed.
(If only this wouldn’t have changed once she read some of Leo Taxil´s truly funny- if nothing else- comments and became acquainted with the world).
Some time later she fell in LOVE. Love, as she had learned in Sunday school, sadly not so much by the hands of society, was gracious, and kind, and if you lacked LOVE, all else was in vain. Happily hers was a requited love, which, as she had learned, she thought would always remain the same.
(Those of us with somewhat more experience can certainly all agree, love has many faces, and they tend to interchange with inexplicable abruptness.)
Her second love was more abstract, but just as fulfilling. She fell in Love with Literature and decided to learn more about the world and herself throughout the looking glass it offered.
One day she was asked what utopia was, and among the many definitions she had found on her quest for the perfect answer, this was the one she liked the most:
Utopia= a highly illusionary imagination of splendid impossibilities.
And for the first time she understood, that she had had a utopist conception of life, and consequently none of her views on life had been sustainable.
(Surprisingly literature never disappointed her, as she had found in it an inexhaustible well of unprocessed information about human nature, which she found to be truly didactic!)
One day, while on a field trip near a river bank, she saw how people were depositing garbage near the water, that slowly carried it along with each rhythmic move, and nature wasn’t as pure and untainted anymore.
(And so the myth of an eternal, unchanging and thus reliable nature was no longer sustainable!)
At the university, which was one of the few multicultural ones in Eastern Europe, she had become more interested in Imagologie, and so she learned more about the views nations had on each other. Not surprisingly, when interfaced with reality, none of them were sustainable.
(The somewhat cynical among us would say some Imagologie- Courses should be included among the EU- Integration programs, as economy is not the sole aspect to be considered, if an amalgam of cultures should function as a whole.)
While still in school, she had been chosen among others, to learn several folk dances and to present these in traditional clothing in other countries, thus preserving her nation’s traditions and presenting them to the world.
(But as this was the only occasion she had warn traditional clothing, and had later on only seen it in museums or on television documentaries, she had no other choice but to draw the conclusion that not even national culture was sustainable.)
Now she wakes up each morning and goes to work where she has learned that ideals about professional success and self- realization are way beyond sustainable, where she eats her detested super market dinner and thinks about the splendid impossibility of the utopist idea of anything being sustainable…
(One may only hope that tolerance is an exception to the above mentioned rule.)