Together we can see to it that this softness becomes heft. As we rid ourselves of past participles, we amass a language for our futures. Acknowledge with a glance toward your rear that you are free to move ahead. Collect disparate elements from your surroundings. Combine words to tell stories. Imagine what you have yet to discover. Of course, your ghosts will come back to taunt you. Of course, the darkness will reemerge. But remember you can feel your way into seeing, into knowing. Light a candle. Let it whisper.