The cracks at the root of being

A dear friend wrote, after yesterday's post, to say that it reminded her of that Leonard Cohen song, Anthem.  It seemed important to follow up on that, given that just before I got her note the song had played on the radio -- first time I'd ever heard it...

"The birds they sang
at the break of day
Start again, I heard them say;
Don't dwell on what
has passed away
or what is yet to be. 


Ah the wars they will
be fought again
The holy dove
She will be caught again
bought and sold
and bought again
the dove is never free.

Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack in everything
That's how the light gets in."