Hope, and the fine

And so the philosopher asks:

How might you live (not so much what would you do, but what constitutes "going on" in a meaningful sense, what would make going on possible) facing the quite real chance of the collapse of the world as you know it, when the ideas around which you've established your worldview, and which undergird your very subjectivity, not only fail to be recognized by others but are utterly unavailable for recognition, are no longer viable, have evaporated, and hence no longer make sense (indeed, can no longer make sense), even to you?

And the philosopher answers:

Courage: hope + a reaching toward a transcendent goodness, the nature of which you cannot now understand + a vision of the fine.

The Dickinsonian oracle ponders:

Presentiment - is that long shadow - on the Lawn -
Indicative that Suns go down -

The notice to the startled Grass
That Darkness - is about to pass -
(E. Dickinson, 487)