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From one of the comments on the latest post on Fred Clark's blog Slacktivist:

The essence of hope that Fred always advocates is all about the seemingly endless Holy Saturday - awash in doubt and implacable, saturated evil - and the conviction that Sunday - victory and harmony and paradise, however you might envision it - will exist, already does exist in the future. It occurs to me that the way to engage that conviction may be to start things and push forward things that you know you're never going to see the conclusion of, because limiting yourself only to things that can be finished in the time you have means never touching some of the biggest and most important work.