Against this peril we can never surrender. The future is all around us, waiting in moments of transition to be born in moments of revelation. No-one knows the shape of that future, or where it will take us. We know only that it is always born in pain. The magic of first love is our ignorance that it can ever end.
Most gods have the manners and morals of a spoiled child.
One step above the sublime makes the ridiculous, and one step above the ridiculous makes the sublime again. The universe puts us in places where we can learn. They are never easy places, But they are right. Wherever we are is the right place at the right time. Pain that sometimes comes as part of the process of constantly being born.