Having a ball bawling. After all it`s a matter of breath. & stress. Don`t stress it. Connect yourself to a lower temperature. Cool down. Main thing. The creator had a master plan, peace & happiness for everyman. Don`t choke back, look forward. There`s always a wailing wall somewhere. Avoid it if you can, strolling along, strolling about, all these graves ahead. Gardens all araound, lost & found. Bowls of bawl emtied into thge subconcious which, under a conopy, canoodles the cannibal. Round % round it goes & when it stops nobody knows. Thrilling silence on top of the final rest after all these years of unpredicticable suffering. No heaven on earth. The bawl must go on.