You read these blogs and there are horrible things and beautiful things, light and dark, heaven and hell, all sun-shine, all dark-sleep, anger and happiness and it rains, sodden sticks in the driveway, victors and the victims, a beginning and an ending, a cluster and colony of voices and how the quiet, outer dark is the best society, out of all of this, to bring such good to someone, somewhere, you, maybe, someone, somehow, daily, nightly, you visit, all life, all deaths, endure.