The old world is dying. A new world is being born. The last gasps of that old world are the labor pains of this new one.
As more and more systems and structures crumble and collapse around us, a new society of justice, peace, and love is being created in the shell of the old. A new earth is rising from the ruins.
All the chaos and confusion may look and feel like an ending. But it’s also a new beginning. These death throes are birth pangs. This tomb is a womb.
It’s not enough for us to bury the old world. We must labor to give birth to the new.
