A curious thought this morning:

There are only two things in this world which do not despair. The first is the sun. What is the second?

And, you know? I can’t figure out the second. Obviously it can’t be the sky as it turns dark or grey, or the clouds with their tears. The earth violently cuts itself open. The stars are cold and distant. Trees abandon all life and colour. Flowers wilt, the moon wanes, art is impersonal, water goes down, music breaks your heart.

I honestly can’t think of something that doesn’t seem disastrously sad at some point in its life cycle. And I’m sick enough to find that somewhat of a comfort.