In a world riven by dissent, people driven apart by their small differences rather than brought together by their overwhelming similarities, why be inspired?
Why even try?
Because to do the alternative is to begin to die, immediately and relentlessly.
In the midst of death and destruction, one must choose life and creation.
Or we are nothing more the scuffling creatures of little understanding, squabbling upon our little rock amidst the grandeur of the universe, doomed never to rise up to become planetary and, eventually, celestial citizens.
Choose inspiration.
It will be better.