It is a test. Every day, dodging death’s fists, bumping up against hurt and hate; school shootings on TV, mass murders coming soon to a theater near you. It is a test. To catch a breath of fresh air, even though the skies are clogged with avarice and apathy, malevolence and the bitter music of discrimination’s mating call. It is a test. To dance ever so lightly on landmines while searching out serenity‘s unshakable ground. To live every day fully, freely, without leaving a trail of ill will and shame, broken homes and blame. It is a test. This large heavy lift of unlove.