Those who couldn't care less, who won't or can't fathom the honest depths of love and grief, who opt out of the bull-ride through life in favor of the sleeping berth. These are the ones that say it's ridiculous to imagine that the world could be a better place than it is. 

I fight that; I fight as if I were drowning. 

What I find is this, and so it has to be: conquering my own despair by doing what little I can.

Maybe it doesn't cost anything to hope, and those of us who do will be able to live better, more honest lives as believers than we could be cynics.

Kingsolver