Hope

Hope. What is it that keeps us going?, W. wonders. Why do we bother, in spite of it all, in the face of it all?

That we know our limitations is our strength, we're agreed on that. We know we fall short, desperately short. We know our task is too great for us, but at least we have a sense of it, its greatness. At least we know it passes above us, like migratory birds in the autumn sky.