And as I'm feeling a little contemplative, allow me to share one of my favorite poems, which I believe I wrote in someone's journal in the past few days, then coincidentally found as the subject of a drabble in one of the communities where I play. It seems fitting today (and probably every day), and it was written, of course, by the brilliant and aptly named Robert Frost:
Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.