Sometimes it is hard in a world so desperately out of control, where elections are stolen, reason is villified, and humanity and decency are laughed at, not to feel every action would be a futile one. Not to feel like Quixote swinging at windmills. But if we believe that a butterfly may influence whirlwinds, and that dream is father to deed, then in such a world, the attempt, the attempt has value. Maybe that’s why mass media tries so hard to keep us feeling hopeless and powerless, because the thinking otherwise, the attempt… can change the world.
So keep swinging at windmills.
We may just get a few of them to fall. 🙂