What can we ever do, those of us who have only quiet voices, except love life and love each other? Every day may have a hundred endings. We can't even be sure when they might come. The only thing we ever know is that we can love.
Unless we do have a voice. And then, what else is there ever worth speaking but love? I don't understand the voices raised in hatred these days. What were millions of children taught all through their school years that they now have no preference for love - for using their voice and vote in the service of peace, kindness, welcome?
Maybe we need in education a few more irrelevancies that are simply beauties. Maybe we need uplifting to see that the world can be worth more than it feels like in our own lives, so we speak, work, vote, for the ideal. Maybe we need our children to be educated not to become merely a participant in commerce but a noble soul.