At any given time, someone is being born, and someone is dying. And something amazing is happening to someone. (You might be next.) Too, at any given time, there are certainties, even if they are philosophically nebulous, logically inconsistent: some things just are, and denying them does not make them go away. For at any given time, someone is walking away, and someone is staying, and we know not the alchemy, most oft, that could make the former into the latter: and it is certain that they are leaving you, even if you can hope beyond hope for their return. At any given time, it is the dark of the midnight hour somewhere on this Earth, but how a single candle can pierce the most utter black. But at any given time, there is a hidden horror that one human being commits to another; faith in me, though, knows, “Vengeance is mine,” saith the Lord, and that all secret injustice shall be blasted with light. At any given time, I might pray that such a faith holds, like that candle at midnight — not so certain, but quite the amazing that it lasts through such darkness.