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Thinking About The Suffering Of Those You Hold Dear Can Reduce You To Tears; In Fact, You Could Spend The Whole Day Crying.

An Empty Day, Though Clear And Bright, Is Just As Dark As Any Night.

But Feelings Can't Be Ignored, No Matter How Unjust Or Ungrateful They Seem.

How Noble And Good Everyone Could Be If, Every Evening Before Falling Asleep, They Were To Recall To Their Minds The Events Of The Whole Day And Consider Exactly What Has Been Good And Bad. Then Without Realizing It, You Try To Improve Yourself At The Start Of Each New Day.

Outside, You Don't Hear A Single Bird, And A Deathly, Oppressive Silence Hangs Over The House And Clings To Me As If It Were Going To Drag Me Into The Deepest Regions Of The Underworld.... I Wander From Room To Room, Climb Up And Down The Stairs And Feel Like A Songbird Whose Wings Have Been Ripped Off And Who Keeps Hurling Itself Against The Bars Of Its Dark Cage.