the darkness and the light. This is a rare sort of ethical dialectics: rare both in art, and in our personal lives. Believe too deeply in the evil of the world, and you will simply never get out ...

Her name was Janet. She died a few years ago but her voice and her gift of hope remains with me. As we watch what is unfolding to the south of us we can feel the darkness creeping over the continent.

However, hope is not immune to the corrosive effects of despair and disillusionment. In times of crisis, when the world seems shrouded in darkness, maintaining hope can feel like an uphill battle.