Every idea you have seems too small for the world. The blessings tumble: You lived long enough to see a night such as this, and you’re stilled by it. There are unlikely companions in the field with you, everyone quiet. Someone looks up into the night sky and says, “You see that star right there? Could be it isn’t there anymore.” All conviction is sent reeling. Nothing is truer than this. If that didn’t quite happen then, it has now. If it did, then it’s happened again.
Stephen Jenkinson Die Wise
"You lived long enough to see a night such as this" 💖💖💖