When we steer the imagination of a world negative, the world is dark and shadowed, and when that we do then modes positive, the world returns more friendly and brilliant. In a depression it seems that you had stolen the control of your imaginations, of your thoughts. Nay it is sadness, nor is dwelling for a loss, it is different, you are in a tunnel and someone has taken the light, feel how the darkness penetrates in thy soul and hope that not its power advances. Afterwards, the personae of eternalness yours insist in what brightness the sun and your thoughts.
How is it that many will not see when one is without light, how is it that many give no account that one cannot?