A little reading fit for the day, from T. S. Eliot:

And pray to God to have mercy upon us
And I pray that I may forget
These matters that with myself I too much discuss
Too much explain
Because I do not hope to turn again
Let these words answer
For what is done, not to be done again
May the judgement not be too heavy upon us

Because these wings are no longer wings to fly
But merely vans to beat the air
The air which is now thoroughly small and dry
Smaller and dryer than the will
Teach us to care and not to care
Teach us to sit still.

Pray for us sinners now and at the hour of our death
Pray for us now and at the hour of our death.

(source: “Ash Wednesday” | On Being)

Something simple and fitting:

…and some classic rockers’ reflection on a closely related theme:

……and let us not forget that some people learn this with more brutal directness than others.