Losing Hope Is Not So Bad. There's

The Enduring Is Something Which Must Be Accounted For. One Cannot Simply Shrug It Off.

For The World Is Broken, Sundered, Busted Down The Middle, Self Ripped From Self And Man Pasted Back Together As Mythical Monster, Half Angel, Half Beast, But No Man...some Day A Man Will Walk Into My Office As A Ghost Or Beast Or Ghost-beast And Walk Out As A Man, Which Is To Say Sovereign Wanderer, Lordly Exile, Worker And Waiter And Watcher.

It Is Possible, However, That The Artist Is Both Thin-skinned And Prophetic And, Like The Canary Lowered Into The Mine Shaft To Test The Air, Has Caught A Whiff Of Something Lethal.

Where There Is Chance Of Gain, There Is Also Chance Of Loss. Whenever One Courts Great Happiness, One Also Risks Malaise.

Joy And Sadness Come By Turns.