But easy's like, who cares? Easy's like, how much is easy going to get you? - Anne Lamott

Easter says that love is more powerful than death, bigger than the dark, bigger than cancer, bigger even than airport security lines.

There’s freedom in hitting bottom, in seeing that you won’t be able to save or rescue your daughter, her spouse, his parents, or your career, relief in admitting you’ve reached the place of great unknowing. This is where restoration can begin, because when you’re still in the state of trying to fix the unfixable, everything bad is engaged: the chatter of your mind, the tension of your physiology, all the trunks and wheel-ons you carry from the past. It’s exhausting, crazy-making.

In early sobriety I heard that if you have an idea after ten p.m., it is probably not a good idea — and this was before e-mail.