We live in melancholy times. In the midst of the deluge we can only laugh apathetically at its raging torrents. We try to reclaim hope. It is hard work.
There is no easy road ahead.
Eternity knows no mercy, but man must live on. Clouds are gathering above our heads.
It is the the best of times, and it is the worst of times; an epoch of wisdom and folly. Belief clashes with disbelief, light confronts darkness. Spring bears aspiration, followed by the winter of our discontent.