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This is how we go on: One day at a time, one meal at a time, one pain at a time, one breath at a time… We say yes, I agree that the clouds often look like other things–fish and unicorns and men on horseback– but they are really only clouds. Even when lightning flashes inside them we say they are only clouds and turn our attention to the next meal, the next pain, the next breath, the next page. This is how we go on.