Thoughts

Our life is boxes.
Our life is goodbye parties, even though we aren't leaving.
Our life is communicational disaster, work inflicted mania.
Yet.
In the midst of this hurricane, there is the surprising, humbling touch of God, there is the stunning revelation of conversation, there is a faint moment of depth of thought, or the lightning that makes us small again under the vast dark sky, the communality across distance, the matchstrike of inspiration, the yearning and motivation towards everything that is lost and that may yet be.
Is all change as funny as this?