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What is it in a man's soul that makes him believe that there is light at the end of the tunnel? That the sun will rise upon another day? Even when all signs indicate that the darkness will never end? That the finish line is farther away than we think? That we're simply not strong enough? Fast enough? Pure enough? Is it foolish pride? Naivete? Or is it the human spirit simply powerful enough to make the sun rise by sheer will alone?