I will not cry, or fear, or hate with you, or let you fall apart like broken flowers. But I will stand, and walk, and fight for you because you are my sisters and brothers, you are my heart, you are me. I cannot stress that enough: You and I share one single life force, as separate as our individual bodies and experiences make it seem, and I love you the same as I love myself. Take my hand. Get up. I'll carry you if I have to. But I will not let you stop moving forward, toward a better world of greater love and compassion, and I'll be dammed if I'm getting there without you.