Even in the muckiest mud, seeds left to us from past moments of verdant growth lie hidden, and we should not be too surprised at some point some of them germinate. A cultural springtime is part gift, but also, because culture is always a human artifact, part effort and human imagination. We have to work with what we are given, and a part of that comes from the past, but the energy to make things grow comes from some where else. That's the fire I've alluded to, and I would argue that the fire comes from the Future and is the ground of our hope. Will we have enough collective sense to work with it? (h/t Forestwalker):