Two years later and sadly little if anything has changed
Somewhere right now in the United States and elsewhere throughout the world someone is mourning the death of a father, a mother, a brother, a sister, a son, a daughter, a spouse, a grandparent, a grandchild, an aunt, an uncle, a cousin, a classmate, a colleague, a friend, a mentor, or one who simply crossed their path at some point, at some time, in some fashion, in their respective treks.
As John Donne wrote:
“…all mankind is of one author, and is one volume; when one man dies, one chapter is not torn out of the book, but translated into a better language; and every chapter must be so translated; God employs several translators; some pieces are translated by age, some by sickness, some by war, some by justice; but God’s hand is in every translation, and his hand shall bind up all our scattered leaves again, for that library…
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