What matters is that you can inhabit life‘s insane asylum without it driving you mad. That the engines of menace can run at full speed without you getting caught up in the cruelty. That your inner flowers can still flourish as our political landscape devolves into a desert of destruction. That violence, hatred, and betrayal don’t become your unholy trinity. That the world’s Frankensteins don’t monstersquash your earthshine. That the guns of peace become your weapon of choice. That you remain a soldier of grace in life’s ongoing war. What is important is that you can sleep with fire and wake up smiling.