Patterns That Weave Us Together During Holy Wars.
If we were to focus on the minutia to understand, which I often do, we might see more human-sized patterns in all the wreckage, the carnage.
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What I Know About Grief.
You are tender rage and gutted yearning. You are the softness waiting in the afterglow of fright. You are the architect of your wreckage. But you will never defeat grief.
Because you are so much more than grief, it wouldn't ever be a fair fight.