We who are left behind watch you on your way. The long prison of the years unlocks its’ iron doors..go free now, into the beautiful land. Forgive us … - William Nicholson

Un acto de terror obliga a obedecer. Sin obediencia hay caos. Con obediencia llegan la paz y el orden. Primero obedecemos por temor. Después obedecemos por amor.

Marius Semeon Ortiz

In the midst of aches in the joints, anxiety over the payment of bills, concern for the safety of those you love, envy of the rich, fear of robbers, dog-weariness at the end of a long day, and the unacceptable slipping away of youth, there does occasionally appear, like a ray of light piercing the clouds, a moment of joy. Perhaps you have entered the house and sat down before removing your boots. A friend has pressed a drink into your hands, and is telling you the latest news. You see from his face that he's glad you've come in; and you are glad too. Glad to be sitting down, glad of the warming glow of the dirnk, glad of your friend's furrowed brow and eager speech. For this moment, nothing more is required. It is in its way unimprovable. This is what I mean by the Great Enough.

Forgive me for needing you
to be strong forever.
Forgive me for fearing
your unhappiness.

As you suffer
so I shall suffer.

As you endure
so I shall endure.

Hold my hands
and walk the old walk
one last time,
then let me go.