…e are. Just walking beside one another. And so another day goes by. Another sun rises. And on some of these days — just some — I find the strength to go on. The hardest miles, I have learned, are also the mightiest ones. They teach us to hold all that we can bear, as long as we can bear it, with grief, love, truth, and grace.
…g is reborn as truth, beauty, wisdom, and courage. How beautiful, how impossible, how incandescent. But hiding our pain away from one another, we feel forever lonely and distant, because pain has to meet pain for both to explode, just like the stars, if they meet, turn into the glitttering, lost, whirling dust from which life itself, at last, emerges, stumbling uncertainly into grace.