She reads books as one would breathe air, to fill up and live - Annie Dillard

I am a frayed and nibbled survivor in a fallen world, and I am getting along. I am aging and eaten and have done my share of eating too. I am not washed and beautiful, in control of a shining world in which everything fits, but instead am wondering awed about on a splintered wreck I've come to care for, whose gnawed trees breathe a delicate air, whose bloodied and scarred creatures are my dearest companions, and whose beauty bats and shines not in its imperfections but overwhelmingly in spite of them...

One turns at last even from glory itself with a sigh of relief.

How we spend our days is, of course, how we spend our lives. What we do with this hour and with that one, is what we are doing.