We must not live only for birth.
Or death. Or the clarity of the fulfilled moment.
But the gasping almost.
The fearsome unexplained.
The change that grows in quiet.
And the fall and climb out of the breach
That break us and assemble us whole in the same breath.
The sun may set but the light still burns.
Our tradition teaches that we belong to both the night and the day.
What comes before the first star is just as precious as star shine.