As if there is a way to outrun the grief…
Ah, love, let us be true
to one another! For the world, which seems
to lie before us like a land of dreams,
so various, so beautiful, so new,
hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light,
nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain;
and we are here as on a darkling plain
swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight,
where ignorant armies clash by night.
~ from Dover Beach by Matthew Arnold
“Yeah, I’ll keep wondering how we know where we belong
after all the journey’s made and the journey’s yet to come;
when I feel like giving up instead of going on,
somewhere in between.
Yeah, I’m just wondering how we know where we belong.
Is it in the arc of the moon leaving shadows on the lawn?
In the path of fireflies and a single bird at dawn
Singing in between, here and gone?”