It may very well be the beginning of a new universe on the day that we can be truly ourselves.
Adrienne Rich in her poem, "Yom Kippur 1984," asks us to consider that day:
What would it mean not to feel lonely or afraid
far from your own or those you have called your own?
What is a woman in solitude: a queer woman or man?
In the empty street, on the empty beach, in the desert
what in this world as it is can solitude mean?
....
when we who refuse to be women and men as women and men are chartered, tell our stories of solitude spent in multitude
in that world as it may be, newborn and haunted, what will solitude mean?
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