There's a constance to the concept of hope that keeps us looking forward. To know that here isn't forever, to know that now is not eternal. But to know that what we have now, what we do what we say what we think can point us toward that ever-coming, nearly but never present hope.
Because this is just a way-station, just a stopping point between many gaps before we reach whatever it is that is coming. There is something here, but the gravest mistake we can make is to confuse it for but the shadow of what is to come.
The best we can hope for, whatever it means, is to see a dim reflection. Even though that is the case, I would rather stare into that dark reflection than look toward or forward to anything else. Because at least, as a reflection, it offers hope of something greater. Outside it could be very real, very tangible, even more than a reflection (though I doubt it), and even if that is the case, I would rather see eternity reflected darkly than the things of this world that offer no hope with all clarity. Perhaps even, it is our ability to see them for what they are and as they are that makes that dim reflection all the more appealing.
-Zack
"When the skyline looks this way, I never want to sleep tonight"
-Mae
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