I believe that the people who survive a cataclysm, rather than those who stand by and analyze it, are nearly always the more credible witnesses to their own history.

Human manners are wildly inconsistent; plenty of people have said so. But this one takes the cake: the manner in which we're allowed to steal from future generations, while commanding them not to do that to us, and rolling our eyes at anyone who is tediously PC enough to point that out. The conspicious consumption of limited resources has yet to be accepted widely as a spirtual error, or even bad manners.

Morning always comes.

This will be Great Mam's last spring. Her last June apples. Her last fresh roasting ears from the garden.

Every life is different because you passed this way and touched history... Listen being dead is not worse than being alive. It is different though. You could say the view is larger.

Like kids who only ever get socks for Christmas, but still believe with all their hearts in Santa.

The substance of grief is not imaginary. It's as real as rope or the absence of air, and like both those things, it can kill.