In my darkest moments, when I want to give up, I remember the darkness of the womb and turn to the practices of revolutionary love. I remember to measure my success as a person not by what I produce, but by my faithfulness to this labor. I want to last. I want you to last. I want to grow old. I want to grow old with you. I believe revolutionary love is our best chance as individuals and societies to stay in the fire long enough to deliver the world longing to be.
