We Must Not Be Afraid

Life Cannot Be Destroyed For Good, Neithercan History Be Brought Entirely To A Halt. A Secret Streamlet Trickles On Beneath The Heavy Lid Of Inertia And Pseudo-events, Slowly And Inconspicuously Undercutting It. It May Be A Long Process, But One Day It Must Happen: The Lid Will No Longer Hold And Will Start To Crack. This Is The Moment When Something Once More Begins Visibly To Happen, Something Truly New And Uniquesomething Truly Historical, In The Sense That History Again Demands To Be Heard.

Hope Is The Deep Orientation Of The Human Soul That Can Be Held At The Darkest Times.

We Ask Ourselves All Kinds Of Questions, Such As Why Does A Peacock Have Such Beautiful Feathers, And We May Answer That He Needs The Feathers To Impress A Female Peacock, But Then We Ask Ourselves, And Why Is There A Peacock? And Then We Ask, Why Is There Anything Living? And Then We Ask, Why Is There Anything At All? And If You Tell Some Advocate Of Scientism That The Answer Is A Secret, He Will Go White Hot And Write A Book. But It Is A Secret. And The Experience Of Living With The Secret And Thinking About It Is In Itself A Kind Of Faith.

There Is Only One Thing I Will Not Concede: That It Might Be Meaningless To Strive In A Good Cause.

Hope Is Not A Feeling Of Certainty That Everything Ends Well. Hope Is Just A Feeling That Life And Work Have A Meaning.