So you're lost, uh? Happens a lot out here. You walk around for days, seeing things, losing your bearings, crying out for God, But He can't hear you. You can scream and scream but nobody'll ever hear you.

The fate of all things cherished and expensive, to be lost at hazard, and well before their time

You put me through hell. On purpose. Made me suffer. And there__ no end in sight. I don__ know what the fuck you__e doing, ace, but this Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde shit ain__ cutting it with me.

And the geography of the thing--the geography of them--was completely and hopelessly wrong.

A basic reality of life is that we all struggle. We hurt and have hurt other people. We all feel lost sometimes. This isn__ all we are, but it is a part of who we are. The only question I have when I__ with someone is, __an they admit it? And will they let me admit it too?

The more death, the more birth. People are entering, others are exiting. The cry of a baby, the mourning of others. When others cry, the other are laughing and making merry. The world is mingled with sadness, joy, happiness, anger, wealth, poverty, etc.