Remember the old man at the frontier who lost his horse —
it ran off halfway through the journey, and yet.
No one can tell fortune from loss while it is happening;
only at the end does the whole story become clear.
You are grading an event that is mid-sentence. The horse ran off; the herd has not arrived yet. Hold your verdicts loosely this month — both the disasters and the wins are still editing themselves.
Holds the ending loosely: what reads as a closing chapter may be mid-sentence. The fortune asks only that the mourning stay unlaminated — the story is still editing itself.
Refuses labels: the safe thing lost and the risky thing arrived are both mid-plot. Verdicts held loose this month cost nothing; verdicts rushed cost the most.
The closed door may be load-bearing for a better wall — nothing here gets graded final for a while yet. Two patient weeks out-earn a fast reorganization.
Say today’s loss out loud, then finish this sentence: "…and this could still turn out to be —"
