“It all makes me think of how fragile we are. Which is good news. This means that everything that we've created can crumble. The police. The governments. The tanks and rockets. The systems, the hierarchies, the caste made upon sand, violence, the murders. In bedrooms and schoolrooms, on playgrounds, in grocery stores, in deserts, and alleyways, and homes, and offices. All of it can crumble. All of it can be reborn. It must. We must. This is another way of saying love.”