What if there is no such thing as time? And this is all there is. When people die they recycle into the future or the past, whichever, it's a wheel. Actually it's more like a spiral. Some spiral up. Some spiral down. There are crosses, and crosses to bear. None the less, the only hope of things getting any better is to do whatever you can, where ever you are right now, to make things better. Even though sometimes all your efforts to make things better are futile, and you feel stupid for trying, and you wonder why you bother, you transcend by the GRACE of your willingness to try despite the futility of it all.