I look out my study window, over the Superstition ridgeline, and marvel at the beauty of the roseate stratonimbus of sunrise. There is beauty in the world and we do well to appreciate it. There is also beauty and nobility in human nature. It peeps out now and again. A young man took a bullet during the Aurora massacre to shield his girlfriend.
It can be a moral challenge to avoid misanthropy. But avoid it we must. The timber of humanity, though crooked, is nonetheless mostly sturdy and termite-free. Or is the rosiness of this Arizona sunrise biasing me toward too optimistic a view?
The hardest task in the world is to achieve a just view of things and people and their good and evil.