Praise then darkness, and creation unfinished

Keeping ourselves going matters: in a nontrivial sense, what we're fighting for is space in which we can live our lives, room to work and love and play and learn, because our ordinary lives matter.

(I just left that as a comment on a locked post, and I want it here where I can see it.)

...and then I wandered over to Jo Walton's web page, thinking I should quote a poem, but "This is comfort. Face it bravely" doesn't quite feel apropos. So: here's a stanza from "Doing Laundry on the Last Day of the World":

Yes, we could die on any morning,
slipping between moments,
gone between words in a conversation,
our worlds could end at any time.
Yet here we are, doing laundry,
making dinner,
making poetry,
making the mindful choices,
living in every moment,
because it is this moment,
every action its own action,
every word a benison.