Clarity and tranquility, balance and harmony, equilibrium, composure, placidity, contentment, ease, comfort and consolation flow into the disruption and chaos of upheaval and desolation, lost without hope. Sorrow and anguish everlasting. Why the drift in that direction? Why not flip the momentum and turn the light around? Born to die? Why not life from death? The way trees do it? World without end? Only beginning forever? It is a sorry script, and was from the start!