Poet Ross Gay c joy by dg wh sorrow : It's Been a Mute : NPR

79 quot om Ross Gay: 'Bee tryg to articulate what, perhaps, joy is, has occurred to me that among other thgs—the tre and the mhrooms have shown me this—joy is the mostly visible, the unrground unn between , you and me, which is, among other thgs, the great fact of our life and the liv of everyone and thg we love gog away. If we sk a spoon to that fact, to the duff between , we will fd teemg. It will look like all the books ever wrten. It will look like all the nerv a body. We might ll sorrow, but we might ll a unn, one that, once we notice , once we brg to the light, might bee flower and food. Might be joy.', 'I suppose I uld spend time theorizg how is that people are not bad to each other, but that’s really not the pot. The pot is that almost every stance of our liv, our social liv, we are, if we pay attentn, the midst of an almost nstant, if subtle, retakg. Holdg open doors. Offerg elbows at crosswalks. Lettg someone else go first. Helpg wh the heavy bags. Reachg what’s too high, or what’s been dropped. Pullg someone back to their feet. Stoppg at the r wreck, at the stck dog. The alternatg merge, also known as the zipper. This retakg is our flt mo and ’s always a lie that nvc to act or believe otherwise. Always.', and 'It didn’t take me long to learn that the disciple or practice of wrg the says ocsned a kd of light radar. Or maybe was more like the velopment of a light mcle. Somethg that impli that the more you study light, the more light there is to study.'