The August Night Chapter

Am I married to the thought that this world will never change? There is hardly substance to draw hope from if one is driven to think this way. And now, feeling the compassion and knowing the desire, a spark emerges from a lifeless pile of ashes that lost its flame long ago. So the question is presented and my mind begins to receive its light from a source so vague yet so near! Well then, I have made no vow. I can see the point. The world opened up a new chapter this August night and its pages are laid before me— and I read on—