We must try to see one another in this way.
[…]
As suffering, limited beings—
Perennially outmatched by circumstance, inadequately endowed with compensatory graces.Our grief must be defeated; it must not become our master, and make us ineffective, and put us even deeper into the ditch.
[…]We had forgotten so much, of all else we had been and known.
George Saunders, Lincoln in the Bardo
