There is nothing at all to be done about it, There is nothing to do about anything

The moment of sudden loathing And the season of stifled sorrow The whisper, the transparent deception The keeping up of appearances The making the best of a ba…

Everything is true in a different sense, A sense that would have seemed meaningless before. Everything tends towards reconciliation As a stone falls, as the tr…

To rest in your own suffering Is evasion of suffering. We must learn to suffer more.