Things are going to happen. The unendurable happens. People we love and we can’t live without are going to die. We’re going to die – one day are going to have to leave our children and die, leave the plants, and the bunnies, and the sunlight, and the rain and all that. Art holds that knowledge. All art holds the knowledge that we’re both living and dying at the same time. It can hold it. And thank God it can, because nothing out in the corporate world is going to shine that back to us, but art holds it.
– poet Marie Howe, as quoted in *Becoming Wise: An Inquiry into the Mystery and Art of Living*