I Never Discuss Discussions.

The Light Died In The Low Clouds. Falling Snow Drank In The Dusk. Shrouded In Silence, The Branches Wrapped Me In Their Peace. When The Boundaries Were Erased, Once Again The Wonder: That *i* Exist.

Fatigue Dulls The Pain, But Awakes Enticing Thoughts Of Death. So! That Is The Way In Which You Are Tempted To Overcome Your Loneliness -- By Making The Ultimate Escape From Life. -- No! It May Be That Death Is To Be Your Ultimate Gift To Life: It Must Not Be An Act Of Treachery Against It.

Forgiving Is Forgetting, In Spite Of Remembering.

Destiny Is Something Not Be To Desired And Not To Be Avoided. A Mystery Not Contrary To Reason, For It Implies That The World, And The Course Of Human History, Have Meaning.

What Makes Loneliness An Anguish Is Not That I Have No One To Share My Burden, But This: I Have Only My Own Burden To Bear.