Our sorrows will never be sad enough. Our joys never happy enough. Our dreams never big enough. Our lives never important enough. To matter. - Arundhati Roy

Perhaps things will become worse and then better. Perhaps there’s a small god up in heaven readying herself for us. Another world is not only possible, she’s on her way. Maybe many of us won’t be here to greet her, but on a quiet day, if I listen very carefully, I can hear her breathing.

Nietzsche believed that if Pity were to become the core of ethics, misery would become contagious and happiness an object of suspicion

Sleep came to them, quick and easy, like money to millionaires. (p261)