I lose hope in humanity and gain hope in humanity in about equal doses throughout most years. Overall, this is probably something to be thankful for. But, i have to say, that it seems that it would be not so hard to do a little better.
Believing that, on a fundamental level, nothing much will really change, I avoid extremist cults on both ends of the change spectrum. The end-of-times prophets and the nirvana sellers. But, I swerve a bit between optimism, cynicism, and pessimism–usually at the wrong time for each, i might add. It’s also both liberating and depressing to keep facing the reality that the world isn’t bending to my will as it should be by now.
More Black Crowes, this time with Wiser Time. I just played from 3:00 to the end about 10 times, and I’m forcing my self to type before going back for more.