"The brain, even encased in hard-bone skull, is not protected from the things life does to you."
"We may not, any one of us, live longer than today. And till we die we will make do: With sadness and each other, with our little bits of fellow feeling. With what strength we garner from our stockpile of lost heart, what stern resolve we fashion out of disappointment. We will soldier on through winter afternoons until the early darkness comes, and greet it as the enemy it is. And we will say: This is not the world as it was meant to be."
From "Whatever Day It Is" by Linda McCullough Moore, published in the October issue of the The Sun.