Stephenson’s novel ends inconclusively, but that might be the reality for all of us - we can’t imagine how covid + global warming + government of interests, ends. Reminds us of T.S. Eliot’s
this is the way the world ends,
Not with a bang but a whimper.
Douglas, it sounds like you are discouraged and having a hard time seeing past the past. It's a bummer to be in that place, so I hope you can rise again refreshed, like the Phoenix.
I can well imagine how it can end positively, with much grieving for what has been and who have been lost, yet still saving most of what is left of life on this planet. I articulated part of it a while ago; it's worth digesting, and I am willing to engage in conversation with you to put meat on the bones.
Regards,
Mark Roest