If Some Longing Goes Unmet, Don't Be

Why Do We Go Around Acting As Though Everything Was Friendship And Reliability When Basically Everything Everywhere Is Full Of Sudden Hate And Ugliness?

We Live Trapped, Between The Churned-up And Examined Past And A Future That Waits For Our Work.

We Are Imprisoned In The Realm Of Life, Like A Sailor On His Tiny Boat, On An Infinite Ocean.

Who Promised You That Only For Joy Were You Brought To This Earth?

The Selection Of Leadership Must Follow Practical Considerations. Maybe I Look At Things Too Pessimistically?