Army Wives2007

Pamela Moran:
Regenerate, life renewed. What is it that the poets keep trying to hammer into our heads? Winter becomes spring, night becomes day. As one wave crashes onto the shore and disappears, another one appears behind it and another and another. I guess we humans just plain wanna stick around. The ride must be worth the price of admission, and it's not in us to give up hope. Even when any reason for hope as dwindled to almost nothing. This communal spirit, this crazy insistence, that we all really are connected and each other's care taker, it keeps us from sinking into despair, or sliding into the abyss.