Better definitely won’t look like we were promised or like we thought. It might not ever get better, that’s always a possibility, but there’s a chance it will - and the only chance we have to make that real is to act like its a possibility. If we act defeatist, we guarantee that outcome.

I’m cool if we return back to homing pigeons. The only mail you get is from your own pigeons, and only when you send them out to someone you want to hear from.