This world of dew
is only a world of dew,
and yet, and yet...

- Issa (1763-1827)


What better expression can I find to explain the way I feel?

I plan to write, but feel like it at work when I shouldn't, and not when I'm home and should. But I will write, I'll talk about taking death seriously, about understanding, reason. About inner peace and imperfect harmony. If I had time and will enough, I could get at so much...