So come my friends, be not afraid We are so lightly here
—Leonard Cohen
We can’t take any of itwith us to the other side of the veilSo what’s it matter if the huge soaking tubis mine or a moneyed stranger’s?Repeat that to a mind unable to tune outhow unhurried bliss & love minusthe pallor of scarcity are most attainablefor those who score shout-outs in hefty wills,while some slice off a little Good Lifethrough grift or proxy, & others get legitdistracted by the concept of striving—or as Jack just texted,
