Like I said, there is no hope in stasis. So it would stand to reason then that hope resides in movement. But not movement for the sake of movement, nor movement as directly opposed to stasis. Great Movement; and its opposite is still movement, as the opposite of Great Truth is still truth, as Neils Bohr said. And we come to rely on the conventions of language and conceptual truth, on our chosen Great Noun: God, or some such ultimate; but no matter the ultimate we choose, its always produced by a division, if only a fundamental one between self and other, but a division nonetheless. Someday I hope that my emotional self with reintegrate, will heal, will find its peace and wholeness, and will marry my rational self, that harmony might reside in me as it never has, as I have always thirsted for. I have moments when the persistent and ubiquitous cloud-cover of emotional turbulence passes, when spaces, apertures, conduits open up through the enshrouded blanket of my mind's sky and the light shines through. These moments remind me that it is possible, it is real, the light and the promise of its unity. Someday I hope that there will be more music than silence, more warmth than the cold winter's chill. I have to know that a marriage is possible. I have to know that it is inevitable.