Sometimes, when we think that we couldn't wallow much lower in our misery, some Mind finds a fit and proper conduit of creativity and inspiration to remind us of something very important. It's too easy to think you're at your nadir when you've never imagined how high the sky really goes. And for some converse Reason, you are lifted beyond your little pity-party:
AND STILL WE RISE, our lush ascent
powered by ageless diatoms' descent
into the ooze between the fossiled stones,
the shattered crypts of shells and bones;
above the planned green autumn fields
of pasture, silage, grain that yields
the bread we break in this, our floating world.
Oh, you must read it all. From Van Der Leun, of course.