But we still have to locate our work — even, or especially, when that work is play — and go like hell, and use what we have to help, however we can.

Much of the time it feels pointless, self-indulgent, and meaningless. But it’s everything. Every time you think of quitting, consider your life without the ones who lighted your way: the art they made, the stories they told, the songs they wrote, the love and work they put into the world. Then keep going. It makes no sense, and it’s the only thing that makes sense.

Jeffrey Foucault, after bringing the righteous thunder. Read it in full. Along with the quote I also added a message from Foucault’s newsletter and tour link below it. I got to see him along with the Old Hat String Band last October, and even got to chat a little after the show, about living and raising kids in that “digital funhouse.” Worth seeing, worth supporting, if you can.