Any real change implies the breakup of the world as one has always known it, the loss of all that gave one an identity, the end of safety
James Baldwin
“We are imperfect mortal beings, aware of that mortality even as we push
it away, failed by our very complication, so wired that when we mourn
our losses we also mourn, for better or for worse, ourselves. As we
were. As we are no longer. As we will one day not be at all.”
The Year of Magical Thinking Joan Didion