He answered me like the stillness of a star
That silences us asking
We are and that is all our answer
We are and what we are can suffer
But...
what suffers loves.
Will live its suffering again,
Risk its own defeat again,
Endure the loss of everything again
And yet again and yet again
In doubt, in dread, in ignorance, unanswered,
Over and over, with the dark before,
The dark behind it... and still live... still love
- J.B., Archibald MacLeish
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