When there's no more words to speak
I'll show you that I care
When there's no more thoughts to think
I'll drink in silence, shun the air
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These strike as the thoughts of a philosophically-inclined person like yourself (I include myself in this category) mulls over not because of a specific stimulus but rather because his thoughts over time have created an awareness in him of our perilous social situation. His sleep is disturbed not because of an immediate danger or crisis but because his natural train of thought will not stop and rest. The good news is that there is no panic in evidence. And he sees patience as a way of dealing with a world where many people are the walking wounded,
too damaged to rescue the world but too inept to damage it further. The world out there is not so much perilous as lonely. He has brought a train of thought to a natural conclusion. Rather than obsessing more, he should seek the consolation of sleep that knits up the raveled sleeve of care, balm of hurt minds, nature's second course.... MACBETH
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These strike as the thoughts of a philosophically-inclined person like yourself (I include myself in this category) mulls over not because of a specific stimulus but rather because his thoughts over time have created an awareness in him of our perilous social situation. His sleep is disturbed not because of an immediate danger or crisis but because his natural train of thought will not stop and rest. The good news is that there is no panic in evidence. And he sees patience as a way of dealing with a world where many people are the walking wounded, too damaged to rescue the world but too inept to damage it further. The world out there is not so much perilous as lonely. He has brought a train of thought to a natural conclusion. Rather than obsessing more, he should seek the consolation of sleep that knits up the raveled sleeve of care, balm of hurt minds, nature's second course.... MACBETH