The Lesser Evil

It still lurks safely in the past, but now dredged up because it is so good for modesty. No, I will not succumb! The thing you shun is a gift, a ringing sword thrust to be cherished, a uniter of souls. It is for us to confirm our separation as inviolate. Hold close this tragedy, this loss, and cherish them. Now souls may come together. No, no, the time is now; this truth is yours. Yours, the anguish-- yours the gift; it is in such alone that love is understood. And naked, what then? Not lesser, pure...shining there. Did you not know it all along? Even to the last moment, you need not wash your hands. ~