On seeing a picture of Euterpe, the muse of lyric poetry

We ought to be consoled by the thought that this part of history too will disappear and what will come of it will be an account of history, many accounts, written by intelligent people about the intelligent and unintelligent people who became our leaders. From this perspective, the words hope and change now actually mean something.

Why must we always be the ones thinking, what's the right thing to do? And why can't we get this question out of our minds. Why is it that so many of us at the time we're doing this thinking are also thinking that there must be something wrong with us.

How much of our lives are spent not wanting too know, and how much demanding the truth? This must be one of those questions that's worth asking because there's no real answer, though by asking it we give ourselves a chance to become better people.