My fondest hope is that ‘Roots’ may start black, white, brown, red, yellow people digging back for their own roots. Man, that would make me feel 90 feet tall.
I have tried to keep on with my striving because this is the only hope I have of ever achieving anything worthwhile and lasting.
I’m a romantic a sentimental person thinks things will last, a romantic person hopes against hope that they won’t.
In the kind of world we have today, transformation of humanity might well be our only real hope for survival.