How do you love this world? How do you, after you’ve ingested all its cruel lessons, all the poison and disappointment and rage and betrayal of it? Is it accomplished through religion? Do you pray without ceasing? The oak tree is always praying. But how do you love this life? How do you honor this life? I have chosen something very small. Writing. Watch it grow.
— Luis Alberto Urrea, ” Babylonian Alphabets, a Poet’s Notebook”
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