It being what season it is, I wound up taking some of the pink stuff to help me breathe.

And with that letting-go, as the DVD of The Court Jester froze yet again, and I wanted to kick its ass from here into sometime next week, I found the words.

Hope depends on the willingness to accept hope. Pride. Pride and despair. Vision and pride. Vision and despair. Vision, with no faith that there are things left unseen. Despair. No hope left in that which is seen.

The unseen still holds hope.