“43.”

 

H,

 

So much has happened since we last had a letter between us. There are upheavals and there are upheavals. We do not know how we will survive this dark moment and we do not yet fully understand what it means for our future. Yet, these feelings are transient because all of life is transient. The danger passes or reaches it climax. If we are still here after the storm, the pressure recedes, and we are back to normal. We form back into our normal shape with only the odd scar or wrinkle from past experience. Yet, each scar or wrinkle can hold deep trauma.

 

Our only hope is in the eternal stain. We know these things are temporal events that will be unfolded in time. This will make sense in the things that come after. We will not be stuck in despair forever. Anger is easy, revenge is falsely satisfying but resolution is hard to get at and will take all of time. This is the eternal stain.

 

We can never fully understand the fallen world. It is not home. It is not home for anyone. We have these reminders that life is not perfect and, for most people, is not even good. The gift of it is that we can feel, experience, confront and learn. We can reach the depths of ourselves and the heights of our pursuits. The idea that we might live forever and go over and over again, these things we face today. Everything will be resolved. We must never forget this. Everything will be resolved.

 

May the souls of all our dearly departed, rest in this perfect resolution.