There is some strange intimacy between grief and aliveness, some sacred exchange between what seems unbearable and what is most exquisitely alive.Frances Weller, The Wild Edge of Sorrow
I was reading Anna Karenina when this whole thing started
I pulled it off a dusty shelf in a used book store on Dauphine Street
and paid in dollar bills and cents — $8.10 — on February 17
Virginia and I were in New Orleans seeing colleges
So innocent as the coronavirus spread to
the Diamond Princess cruise ship
Now I read The Washington Post.
Russian counts and love affairs seem
But I still need Tolstoy to remind me
All we can know is that we know nothing.Leo Tolstoy
And that is the height of human wisdom.