In these onerous times one can easily be rot with grievances. But, take heart in imminent manifestations of divine intentions. Do not allow yourself to be consumed by bereavements. Faint feelings of disheartenment in these exacting days can come to engross. Through a world of haunted souls we traipse, only heaven is free of them. One must endure and struggle to harness one's sanguineness, while tame men grieve. What has become of us and our reverie? What is left behind of the pursual of our aspirations? What is to come? And, what shall become of us all?