The Meditations of Misery - Misery's Meditations (Paperback)

What for this melancholy mood that lingers through the days of yore? Oh mighty power of life, what is it all but hunger and pain All the Powers that be cannot save the melancholy soul if it wills itself to despair, it only knows hunger and pain. When all the powers of youth are at your command, the immature fool wishes for death. What can the suffering wretch say of they who cannot know of heaven and hell if they have never lived? When all the powers of maturity abandon you for the years, then is savored the sweetness of life. What can the contented say of they who have borne passion through long and trying separations yet cannot smile, for the fatigue that passion bears? Oh mighty power of death, what is it but peace and repose? All the sufferings of humanity past cannot explain the triumph of hope, yet exclaim the yearnings of rapturous youth in the hope of peace and repose. What for this melancholy mood that returns with the yearnings of a new generation? The days of yore open the pathway to discoveries known, and revisited by inquisitive youth, wondering how they knew of visions granted before sight fired their eyes. It is all written in the stars, they say, and they recall and recount unto wondering souls, of meditations pondered by misery ...