The old crumbles to make room for the new. Old foundations have supported us for a long time. For centuries humans have built, expanded, and evolved on the foundations, which now are crumbling. We are not returning to the old, ancient ways.
These days when the torrents of grief flood deep, when sorrow pools like blood on the floor, in these days when I can do nothing but meet this moment, when I am too spent to say hello, love comes to meet me where I am.