I just spent the last two days in Bryn Mawr, Pennsylvania, watching my daughter and hundreds of other very talented young musicians. The music was inspiring, the performances were breathtaking.

Naturally, I got to thinking.

It's true that our species has spent a lot of time and resources developing more and better ways to destroy and kill. But our species has spent a lot of time and resources developing more and better ways to build and create.

My daughter's cello is an instrument whose development spans centuries. Somewhere, some hominid heard the sound of a taut, vibrating vine, and decided to harness that sound to communicate. A musical instrument was created. Later, another hominid tried multiple vines... smaller strings... a method to tune...structures project the sound...scales, modes, harmony...

All this music and art spans the ages because it matters to us. It matters to us to create. If humanity is nothing more than a killer, a destroyer, then we would never have created cellos, or tubas or paint brushes or recording equipment or video cameras, all the myraid ways we create in order to communicate and tell our stories.

This gives me hope. This brings me joy.

I hope that one day, when it all seems black, when hope is but a small dying cinder in the corner of your fireplace, that you remember we are creators.