I have no expectation of humanity saving itself. It’s too selfish, too disconnected from what it should be, too far gone. This is depressing, I know it. However, in spite of its poor prognosis, I still find glimmers of goodness and these are something of a balm to the despair of living in death culture. Humans selectively bred animals like dogs to make them something humans could control. This is reprehensible. However, it doesn’t make me love the creatures that are derived from this version of eugenics any less appealing. I live with such wonderful animals. Each and every one of them is unique. Each and every one is simply lovely. Every time I pass something that causes the despair I close my eyes and think of one of them or my dear daughters and I can be okay for the moment. My love for them and for this planet and it’s resiliance is a way to get by.
Random Thoughts on Everything and Nothing 
What saves us? — has saved us, again and again through all our despairs? God is a perfectly good word for it, maybe a little too small and simple for anything so subtle and capable, and a word likely to be mocked by people who fail to recognize it at work. We don’t need to worry about that, only to recognize.