First, we extend our deepest condolences to the family, friends, and admirers of Justice Ruth Bader Ginsburg. We're empathetic to the sense of loss being widely felt because we suspect it's similar to how we felt at the loss of both Jack, and later, Bobby Kennedy many years ago. Although we believe it seems a little harsh, we agree with the observation of a naturalized New Englander, Robert Frost, who noted:
Today, actually, I believe, sunset yesterday, was the beginning of Rosh Hashanah, Jewish new year. From what I've read in the past day, "A Jewish teaching says those who die just before the Jewish new year are the ones God has held back until the last moment bc they were needed most & were the most righteous."In three words I can sum up everything I’ve learned about life: it goes on.
Jane Hirshfield - 1953-
My life was the size of my life.
Its rooms were room-sized,
its soul was the size of a soul.
In its background, mitochondria hummed,
above it sun, clouds, snow,
the transit of stars and planets.
It rode elevators, bullet trains,
various airplanes, a donkey.
It wore socks, shirts, its own ears and nose.
It ate, it slept, it opened
and closed its hands, its windows.
Others, I know, had lives larger.
Others, I know, had lives shorter.
The depth of lives, too, is different.
There were times my life and I made jokes together.
There were times we made bread.
Once, I grew moody and distant.
I told my life I would like some time,
I would like to try seeing others.
In a week, my empty suitcase and I returned.
I was hungry, then, and my life,
my life, too, was hungry, we could not keep
our hands off our clothes on
our tongues from—2012
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