This morning I found a copy of a document I needed, had been begging for to any benevolent force that might be listening. And when I found it I was thankful, felt like my prayers had (Deservedly? Finally? Lovingly?) been answered. But this morning my sister-in-law’s cousin woke up to find his 21 year old son dead. An entire universe shattered to dust. What prayers are that family saying, will they say then they can breathe again? How can any deity hold both my petty beggaring for a convenient photocopy and the death gasps of a parent destroyed by grief? How then shall we live? Lord have mercy. All the same cliches uttered through the centuries, and still our only recourse. This world is too difficult for us. Who can survive this humanity?