A pessimist is a person who finds an oyster in a pearl. - Eli Siegel

So we are alone in our blood and bones and our thoughts. It seems we are separate if we want to feel that way. And yet we can look out.

The quiet of this afternoon is strange, haunting, awful;
Hear that buzzing in the hot grass, coming from live things; and those crows' cries from somewhere;
There is a sluggish, sad brook near here, too.
The bird is gone now, so graceful, fair as it was, And the sky has nothing but the brightness of air in it.
The clean color of air.
The sun makes it be afternoon here;...

Children are really desperate to see the world as pleasing; and their desperateness is part of a wise hope.