What Happened Casually Remains -

The Deeps Are Cold: In That Darkness Camaraderie Does Not Hold: Nothing Touches But, Clutching, Devours.

But Who Is Stronger Than Death? Me , Evidently .

Prose, Narratives, Etcetera, Can Carry Healing. Poetry Does It More Intensely.

The Sea Cries With Its Meaningless Voice, Treating Alike Its Dead And Its Living

And That's How We Measure Out Our Real Respect For People—by The Degree Of Feeling They Can Register, The Voltage Of Life They Can Carry And Tolerate—and Enjoy. End Of Sermon. As Buddha Says: Live Like A Mighty River. And As The Old Greeks Said: Live As Though All Your Ancestors Were Living Again Through You.