That continual hope for a more harmonious world—it shines from one life to the next. Its reverberations of optimism are an onomatopoetic gesture written and rewritten into the breath of every generation. You can hear it passing from one’s last dying words to a newborn’s first cry. It survives fools, famines, murders, and disasters. Ain’t pieced together with make-believe, or the bones of the naive. Don’t bump and grind with the hurly burly bomb-slop of the outta mind. It can release us from loss, or an Alcatraz of imprisoned thoughts. That continual hope for a more harmonious world—it’s like migrating birds. On a long, steady journey to create a warmer, far more loving environment.