Your snobbishness killed us, them. 
No monks wrote the inscription for our ashes, reading: Just because we’re not there to floodlight what we know doesn’t mean we weren’t Bodhis swimming exhausted / each physique w/ hammer in hand. Nailing our souls together takes a moment of our lives that we don’t have, don’t love too much.  
 
Whatever takes substance and breadth, we’re not doing it!