Was it not so in Malta during WWII, when bombed to near extinction by the Axis powers, its people felt hopeless against an onslaught of evil, originating from a malignancy which seemed unstoppable. They suffered and hungered in desperation as their beloved homeland was systematically reduced to rubble. Yet in the end Malta resurrected despite its near mortal wounds , as surely as people given up for death, inexplicably recover to once again lead a normal life. The human spirit knows no bounds, collectively as one nation, or within each afflicted person. Hope reigns eternal, at least for those who love life in spite of its many heavy burdens.
Life is renewed.
The precipice holds no more terror.