Whether it be the strident online voices of the most opinionated folk - coincidentally, the least tolerant of differing opinion - in my small island community or the strange, truth-averse 'average Joe' supporters of Donald Trump, I find myself wondering how such people get through their daily lives. Add to that the general surge of populist politics (which has to be supported to exist; the fault doesn't only lie with the power-hungry who spew their nonsense), and I can't help wondering whether modern society is heading for an enormous upheaval which might challenge some of our basic precepts.
Will facts become irrelevant? Will tolerance vanish altogether in the face of aggressive red-neckery? Will common sense become only a memory among those of us old enough to remember a time when we could have conversations without each of them becoming a fight?
On days such as this, when the world seems to lack a fondness for truth, I worry for my children's future.
Perhaps paradoxically, the struggle of a distant relative to make it through the night to another morning and then another evening brings me a sense of what will prevail. That lady is supported by love as she endures her personal struggle. Love embraces her and, I suspect, love motivates her to try her very best to recover. In my life, I've never known anything more pure, nor anything stronger than love. Love has driven me, and love has sustained me.
Maybe love will carry us through whatever lies ahead. Right now, nothing else makes quite as much sense.