I want to read one day that we have stepped back from the brink. That sanity is what reigns, that we have stopped listening to (our own) stupidity. What sometimes surprises me is that I still hope for this, against all hope, that the world has not beaten it out of me. Or better yet, it was ripped from me at some point and somehow re-coalesced within my soul. For there is something in me that still wonders how it can come to pass, that we as a human race can as a sum total learn from what has been. I see such progress in some things that exist, in what we call a civilization, and I can only dream that we might preserve the good, like cupping a hand over a small candle — our only light — against the winds of time, which snuffs all things...
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