Yesterday i ran out of gas; today my electric car window broke. Though "luck" is only our word for unknown causality, it is certain that things will continue to break, wear out, & go awry. I resolve for the new year, not to count any of this as evidence, in the ongoing still mutable case.

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   "Echo

  Come to me in the silence of the night;
    Come in the speaking silence of a dream;
  Come with soft rounded cheeks and eyes as bright
    As sunlight on a stream;
      Come back in tears,
  O memory, hope and love of finished years.

  O dream how sweet, too sweet, too bitter-sweet,
    Whose wakening should have been in Paradise,
  Where souls brim-full of love abide and meet;
    Where thirsting longing eyes
      Watch the slow door
  That opening, letting in, lets out no more.


  Yet come to me in dreams, that I may live
    My very life again though cold in death;
  Come back to me in dreams, that I may give
    Pulse for pulse, breath for breath:
      Speak low, lean low,
  As long ago, my love, how long ago."

--Christina Rossetti