Here's the thing: since time immemorial (that is, forever), people have been convinced that the world is going to perdition in a handbasket (whatever a handbasket is, or why you'd want to go to perdition in one). But somehow, the world keeps rolling--or is that rotating? Yeah, that's it, rotating on its axis, and revolving around the sun. It's been doing that for a long, long time--thousands, or billions of years, depending on your idea of creation. Yes, there's trouble, but there's always been trouble--and there's also been beauty, and things to be hopeful about, too. So I choose to believe that things will work out, and that people are, for the most part, basically good. I believe that, somehow, we'll avert Armageddon, and we'll keep kludging together ways to get by. I choose to hope.