So we are grasped by what we cannot grasp.

If Life is a Bowl of Cherries, What Am I Doing in the Pits?

Glory falls around us as we sob a dirge of desolation on the Cross

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And these things
that keep alive on departure know that
you praise them; transient,
they look to us, the most transient,
to be their rescue.
They want us to change them completely,
in our invisible hearts,
into -- O endlessly -- us! Whoever,
finally, we may be.

I hold this to be the highest task for a bond between two people: that each protects the solitude of the other.