Pessimists fear becoming the dupes of Hope. Optimists enjoy Hope's company, and consider being duped no great matter.
Politicians love change, but of details only.
The gods are watching, but idly, yawning.
Even the most abject have a sense of superiority based on powerful though undefined merits.
Thought maps existence; fantasy colors it.
Sleepy-head is no longer aroused by tragic imaginings.