From my brother

What Youth deemed crystal, Age finds out was dew. When you were younger you dressed yourself and went where you wanted. Now, older, you stretch out your hands, and Someone Else dresses you (and even Solomon, in all his glory, was not arrayed like one of these), and leads you where before you didn’t want to go. And let me tell you, it is so much better than it seems, so much better than your dreams. The removal of things that can be shaken, so that what cannot be shaken may remain. All that to say, these are the days of Him changing water into wine. — S