"Napa Valley"  Brocken InaGlory. Licensed. Creative Commons CC BY-SA 3.0
Q now invites us to reflect a  bit on this strange passage we call "life."

Snark gave Margaret some verses from the mystical (panentheistic) poet Rumi.  Here is another of Rumi's poems:

Be with those who help your being.
Don't sit with indifferent people, whose breath
comes cold out of their mouths.
Not these visible forms, your work is deeper.

A chunk of dirt thrown in the air breaks to pieces.
If you don't try to fly,
and so break yourself apart,
you will be broken open by death,
when it's too late for all you could become.

Leaves get yellow. The tree puts out fresh roots
and makes them green.
Why are you so content with a love that turns you yellow?

Q also reminds us of Jesus' saying about our needing to become as little children if we are not to be "so content with a love that turns (us) yellow," but instead enter into a whole new life.