1. The words of Seneca's Phaedra which mean something like:
    "Light sorrows speak but the deepest sorrow stupefies."
  2. Or, in the words of Hamlet:
    "These indeed seem, for they are actions that a man might play, but I have that within which passes show."
  3. Or, in the words of Andromache in Seneca's The Women of Troy:
    "The grief is light that has still the power to weep."
  4. Or, in Paul's words to the Romans:
    "For we know not what we should pray for as we ought: but the Spirit itself maketh intercession for us with groanings which cannot be uttered."
  5. Black Lives Matter
    And I don't know what to say. Every word seems disingenuous and yet I want to speak. Every tear seems unearned and yet I want to cry.
  6. I'm sorry.
    For my complicity. For my silence. For my inadequacy. For my country.