Cruel Forgiveness Sprung Towards Nature
April is the cruelest month, breeding lilacs out of the dead land, mixing memory and desire, stirring dull roots with spring rain.
- T.S. Eliot (1888-1965)
Cruel is hardly the word that comes to mind with springtime and all that emerges, yet we bring life into existence and forget to consider the wisdom behind anti-natalism.
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