Mired in this shit, it can feel hopeless. Falling back on tired ways of feeling cynical, scared, and at a loss. Beaten down, pushed aside, silenced. These American days are full of division, hate, suspicion, weakness, fear, lies, and what leads to a base level impulse to want to build a wall. A wall to keep out others. A wall to hold tight to our small view of the world. But this, at some point, has to stop. Doesn’t it? How far into the future do we have to look? How far can we see? When do we get there? When is it realized?