In these dark days, three things give me hope:
1) The unending creativity of the Whimsical and Weird Shit humans choose to do with free will.
2) For everything I can't/hate doing, there is someone who is really good at/loves doing it.
3) Every evidence that fucking up is not the end of the world.
The Single Deadly Syn
Mine are:
1) I have fireflies in my yard as a result of my actions. (Anyone can change the world a little.)
2) the hubble deep field. (Surely, in all that space, SOMETHING is going right, today.)
3) Chernobyl mold. (We can fuck up so fucking bad and the world will try to take care of us anyway.)
