April 14, 2020 - the day the universe shifted...
"When great souls die, the air around us becomes light, rare, sterile. We breathe, briefly. Our eyes, briefly, see with
a hurtful clarity. Our memory, suddenly sharpened,
examines, gnaws on kind words unsaid, promised walks
never taken. Great souls die and our reality, bound to
them, takes leave of us. Our souls, dependent upon their
nurture, now shrink, wizened. Our minds, formed and informed by their radiance, fall away. We are not so much maddened as reduced to the unutterable ignorance of
dark, cold caves. And when great souls die, after a period peace blooms, slowly and always irregularly. Spaces fill
with a kind of soothing electric vibration. Our senses, restored, never to be the same, whisper to us.
They existed. They existed. We can be. Be and be better. For they existed."
- Maya Angelou
