One thing human beings now all share in common is a love of hope. Clear the smoke and gas and we are all naked fleshy soft humans vulnerable and hopeful, I don't care who you are, you see a light in front of you, you go for it, and don't trust the darkness, what ever that is, there is no time for that anyway, hope will carry the day, not cynicism, as long as I live we will march in that dirrection, and it will look different then the golden arches, or a super dome, and it won't be too fancy, you'll see.