The Helpful Thought For Which You Look

I Have Given Up Considering Happiness As Relevant.

More Is Happening Out There Than We Are Aware Of. It Is Possibly Due To Some Unknown Direful Circumstance.

Vice Is Nice, But A Little Virtue Won't Hurt You.

The Suicide, As She Is Falling, Illuminated By The Moon, Regrets Her Act, And Finds Appalling The Thought She Will Be Dead So Soon.

A Small And Sinister Snow Seems To Be Coming Down Relentlessly At Present. The Radio Says It Is Eventually Going To Be Sleet And Rain, But I Don't Think So; I Think It Is Just Going To Go On And On, Coming Down, Until The Whole World...etc. It Has That Look.