• But something occurred to me as I sped through that dirty shroud of fog, something Vonnegut has been trying to explain to the rest of us for most of his life. And that is this: Despair is a form of hope. It is an acknowledgment of the distance between ourselves and our appointed happiness. At certain moments, it is reason enough to live.

    Steve Almond (2007). “(Not that You Asked): Rants, Exploits, and Obsessions”, p.33, Random House