Virtue
Virtue Sometimes I speak ill of the dead and sink back into to the earth for it. How does that help? And sometimes I think the living are out to blind me with distraction. I run from this to this to this like a squirrel forgetting how to use the eyes I have, not evil, not good either. Virtue is an old word, though, more potent than dichotomies. I can pull myself together. Be the lightning rod attract the flash and fire of virtue let it fuse my disparate selves to its integrity. S. Robbins from Readings
Sherry Robbins 