There is a shadow passing, and it is passing. I won’t say it will be easy, or that we will survive, but someone will. Life, new life, will sprout from death. This horror, this nightmare, it is temporary. Goodness is coming. Goodness is here, even under the shadow. We must find it, keep it, defend it, die for it. Let our blood water it. It will grow, and long after we are gone, others will bask in the life of a new day and eat the fruit which we have preserved. Now, let us face the darkness, for it comes.
Passing
Tale Told 