I have all the patience in the world about Sirens. For me it's not a Grateful Dead project it's a Me project.
My faith inasmuch as I have any is more like a kind of Joseph Campbell thing and even that frequently finds itself tested to oblivion in siren waters.
It is natural to indulge in the illusions of hope. We are apt to shut our eyes to that siren until she allures us to our death.
Roosevelt's humor was broad his manner friendly. Of wit there was little of philosophy none. What did he possess? Intuition inspiration love of adventure.