Like a wide wake, rippling
Infinitely into the distance, everything
That ever was still is, somewhere...
~ Tracy K. Smith from "Everything That Ever Was" in LIFE ON MARS
I had found a kind of serenity, a new maturity . . . I didn't feel better or stronger than anyone else but it seemed no longer important whether everyone loved me or not—more important now was for me to love them. Feeling that way turns your whole life around; living becomes the act of giving.