We would try by any means / To reach the limits of ourselves,
It’s still war (it’s war still).
We’ve reached the “media organisations reacting to news of journalists being killed while reporting” stage. We are well into the the “worst possible takes you can have on ongoing atrocities” phase. There’ll be more. There’s always worse.
Everything remains everything. People keep going, until they can’t. They persist, until they don’t.
Are we helping people endure, or are we challenging their endurance?
Attribution
As the lights darkened, as the lights of night brightened,
We would try to imagine them, try to find each other,
To construct peace, to make love, to reconcile
Waking with sleeping, ourselves with each other,
Ourselves with ourselves. We would try by any means
To reach the limits of ourselves, to reach beyond
ourselves,
To let go the means, to wake.
— from Poem (I lived in the first century of world wars) by Muriel Rukeyser