Profanity.
Its times like these one would love to lash out and blurt out the sinner's vocabulary. How apt it would seem, since life has been creamed you deem. Oh well, restrain requisite while we put our hands together, belting out a requiem for the less fortunate. Those who would put us to shame for our grievance. A moment of silence for the dear rowers. What are our tiny problems compared to life gone, devoid of any chance to grab it by its horns. All pales in comparison it seems. Sigh. So yes, we must find, within ourselves, that unmistakable purpose of life. To better lead our wandering minds, to anchor the restless nomad and to finally house it with due rest. Comfort shall envelope the found perspective and god shall bless it abundantly.