Oh! I am okay. I enjoyed crying. It felt good. It's how I experience hope.

I first teared up at this point:

We can look at the darkness of the world and wallow in despair. We can make up reasons why the darkness isn't so bad. Or we can look at the light, the things that, by our standards, are beautiful and good.

This vision of a precious, fragile humanity crawling towards the light is what I'm calling "hope". It combines the recognition of pain, the recognition of danger, and the recognition of hope. It was especially strong when I sang or read these in my head:

• God Wrote the World
• Beyond the Reach of God
• No One Is Alone
• The Gift We Give Tomorrow

The darkest moment, when the last candle is extinguished, is especially poignant in my imagination.

At no point did I feel fearful or depressed. I fully enjoyed the lighthearted bits.