But then, we are reminded, every week is a sad week, somewhere in the world. Earthquakes, shootings, bombings — at any moment, the world may be too much with us. And through all the unthinkable messes that we create, or the ones foisted upon us by nature, it seems to be an imperative for human beings to look for goodness, even in all the rubble.
The world is too much with us; late and soon, Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers: Little we see in Nature that is ours; We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon! — William Wordsworth, 1806
The Roving Home 