If you hate everything you are thinking about, lying in bed with yourself, the only help is to think even more. If there is nothing there, not a good vacation or prayer, be philosophical. Ask, "what is thinking for?" If you are terrified you never loved anything, not even Rosalinda, forget Rosalinda and ask, "what is love?" You might find yourself composing a poem like this in your head, and believe me, it is a world which will calm you down. Be sad, sadly. Happily drown in more sad thoughts until you joy in your own thinking. Yes, they are punching a hole in the ship. It is sinking. Soon you will sleep and dream: Cleopatra, wars, shift of empires and vast hills of gold for the rent on your little past.
