If we knew we were on the right road, having to leave it would mean endless despair.
But we are on a road that only leads to a second one, and then to a third one and so forth.
And the real highway will not be sighted for a long, long time, perhaps never.
So we drift in doubt.
But also in an unbelievable, beautiful diversity.
Thus the accomplishment of hope remains an always unexpected miracle.
But in compensation, the miracle remains forever possible.
By Franz Kafka
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