One has paid the price for these things. On the one hand, one was paying the price over the years, before one even knew that one was paying it. On the other hand, one had agreed in the other world, before one’s time, that one would pay the price, because this world needs it. And one still pays the price: the shadow around all things, the oppressive weight that moves through time; the broken pieces over which the seconds run, and which will never be whole again. And one sometimes wonders why these spaces must be seen with human eyes, and heard with human ears, and touched with human hands. And one remains always the stranger, the wanderer who came out of nowhere. And one learns gratitude for those few who outweigh the world, and love you dearly despite all these things. And one learns how to love with a fierce love.

But ask the animals, and they will teach you;
the birds of the air, and they will tell you;
ask the plants of the earth, and they will teach you;
and the fish of the sea will declare to you.
Who among all these does not know
that the hand of the LORD has done this?
In his hand is the life of every living thing
and the breath of every human being.

Job 12:7-10

The Wanderer.
The Wanderer.