“But when I said that nothing had been done I erred in one important matter. We had definitely committed ourselves and were halfway out of our ruts. We had put down our passage money -booked a sailing to Bombay. This may sound too simple, but is great in consequence. Until one is committed, there is hesitancy, the chance to draw back, always ineffectiveness. Concerning all acts of initiative (and creation), there is one elementary truth the ignorance of which kills countless ideas and splendid plans: that the moment one definitely commits oneself, the providence moves too. A whole stream of events issues from the decision, raising in one's favour all manner of unforeseen incidents, meetings and material assistance, which no man could have dreamt would have come his way. I learned a deep respect for one of Goethe's couplets:
‘Whatever you can do or dream you can, begin it.
Boldness has genius, power and magic in it!’”
Hong Kong Phooey, who happens to be a dog, is full of himself. Loud and demonstrative, he is an over-confident clown who takes action. His genius begins and ends there. Or does it? Perhaps he just feels so chuffed after summoning his powers again and can be forgiven for getting a bit carried away. After all, it is such a contrast from his ‘usual’ self. One could argue that it is the soul, and the cosmos (including the spirit world) itself, represented by the discreet cat lurking in the background, which responds to his brave will-to-action, his purposeful intentions. He is the conscious ego, the physical identity, while his partner Spot is the subtler, less definable layers of the unconscious that make us more whole. They – the dog and the cat - represent two parts of the individual, outer and inner, expressive and receptive: masculine will and feminine consciousness which is a silent witness but possesses the power to influence situations through the invisible world within and around us. Hong Kong Phooey is also assisted by a mother kangaroo on one occasion. He is the superhero who works in partnership with the Goddess through his childlike innocence, humour and purity of soul. Indeed, unbeknown to his work colleagues, he is an old soul. Hermann Hesse’s short novel Journey to the East is founded on this Eastern notion of the leader serving all so that no one knows who the real leader is.
And days are lost lamenting over lost days.
Are you in earnest? Seize this very minute;
What you can do, or dream you can do, begin it;
Boldness has genius, power and magic in it.”