In the sad disarray of my confused emotions.
He had achieved all that he'd aspired to—money,
I'm a widowed house,
cloistered in itself,
haunted by shy and furtive ghosts.
Every philosophy is a diplomacy dressed up as eternity.
I was never convinced of what I believed in.
I quickly realized that for me the solution to the
religious problem meant solving an emotional problem in rational terms.
And then I'm visited by thoughts which are
absurd but which I can't reject as completely absurd.
These principles seem fundamental to me.