May your sleep be your death, and your wakefulness be your heaven.

Was it possible to feel nostalgic about something that had never happened to him, possible for nostalgia to be taken in by the body as a free pathogen to infect the consciousness with stray sentiments? Perhaps, in his dreams, he had traveled back in time, or even drifted into another dimension of space-time and inhabited the body, experiences, and nostalgia of another. To even envisage so allowed the trauma of those lost moments, though not his own, to draw from him a certain envy for the entity in whose memories he had basked vicariously. . .Perhaps, nostalgia was a microorganism. . .the bacterium that infected. . . Yes. . .maybe he was sick.

The more material we lose, the less we have. The less we have, the more we win.

It seems it doesn't pay to be good anymore, when people are short-changing you for evil.

Envy: Instead of focusing on your own goals, your goal becomes throwing off the rails other people__ goals and at the end of the day you gain nothing but a mischievous satisfaction that you have destroyed someone__ dream

What is the likelihood, of winning the lottery, then lose it all the next day when you step out your front door and get struck by lightning? Probably, very slim, but then anything is possible.