And because I love this life I know I shall love death as well. The child cries out when From the right breast the mother Takes it away, in the very next moment To find in the left one Its consolation.
WE COME UNBIDDEN into this life, and if we are lucky we find a purpose beyond starvation, misery, and early death
Life, too, is like that. You live it forward, but understand it backward.
We are all fixing what is broken. It is the task of a lifetime.