For a instant to imagine a person without hope.Where is this person? Why do I refer
to him as a person,for that matter? Of course we shall find him all over,anywhere.Alright,so perhaps I might draw this point out a little by declaring it
to be an excercise,for times when depression falls in our way. As if the living encounters brought us to a level where a series of anxieties troubled our feelings;something like hope is called for then. But after all this life here below,doesn't unreservedly include the attendance of this hope...

A later addition: let us be aware that in America the politics,foreign and domestic alike,cut a wide and generous swathe. Because? Well I'm behind the times and find myself forced to regard the so-called generosity and bigness in general to crack
the idea's skin...(from sometime in the 1970's) Probably 75...