"Every year, everything I have ever learned,
in my lifetime
leads back to this: the fires and the black river of loss
whose other side
whose meaning the rest of us will never know.
To live in this world, you must be able
to do three things:
to love what is mortal;
to hold it
against your breast knowing
your own life depends on it and,
when the time comes
to let it go,
to let it go."
— Mary Oliver, "In Blackwater Woods"