"For small creatures such as we, the vastness is bearable only through love."
First was a quote from Carl Sagan that I added to a picture of my dogs (including dearly departed Bentley). Anyone who has ever loved a pet knows the feeling of responsibility for these small precious lives. It shouldn't be taken lightly.
Then, it was a poem I heard read on NPR. The poet, Marie Howe, is the State Poet for New York. You can also hear Howe read her poem here (if you'd rather close your eyes and listen.) It's that good.
AnnunciationEven if I don’t see it again — nor ever feel it
I know it is — and that if once it hailed me
it ever does –
And so it is myself I want to turn in that direction
not as towards a place, but it was a tilting
as one turns a mirror to flash the light to where
it isn’t — I was blinded like that — and swam
in what shone at me
only able to endure it by being no one and so
specifically myself I thought I’d die
from being loved like that.
– Marie Howe
Hope you're having a great week!