It is not a shattered optimism, or a world silenced by violence, stupidity or what ever. It is not just for sadness and fear like ice that we hear. It is the sound of fury, and rain to wash the dirt someday, it is conflict resolved someday somehow, we are better than this, to say to aliens if, we are not this sick, an enemy is doing so much, but beyond us and them is someday. When this world is better, when I can breath better, a better hope, a prayer for us all.