It confuses me that about one half of myself can’t believe we’re still here, and can’t believe things will continue the way they are – growing, productive, surviving… and the other half of myself thinks, look at the progress! Look at how far we’ve come, and how far we’re poised to go! We build buildings made from bricks and cement – no more tents, no more temporary!
But… bricks and cement can be bombed, other half of me argues. Nothing is really permanent. What’s 63 years? In fact, what’s 5,771 years in the grand scheme of things?
But… somehow, it keeps going, second half says. There’s something stronger than time that keeps it going.