Sacredness and profanity and prayers and wishes: they're all held together by the broken limbs of this dead tree, raking the night sky with its blackened branches. We are so small, the two of us. The tree and sky are so large and grand. We could fail so easily, fall before we've begun to rise.
If I could, I would live forever in this moment. But no one can live in a moment, and time moves on.
When you take advice from a cat, there are always consequences.