(Lamentations of a son of Ovandu)
In our silence, the voice of reason is a cause for concern for the troubled spirit.
In the mist of your effort to reject pain and unpleasantness, there is the reality of one's reality.
In one's rejection of unpleasant realities, reality stares one in the face.
In our quest for happiness, whatever effort not genuine to one-self leads to the true reality of our situation when we stop to rest.
In the reality of our reality, what matters is our resilient effort to never give up.
In the amalgam of our consciousness, our joy is temporary.
In the solitude of our drink of supression, repulsion of our reality is anathema.
In our state of misery of solitude, our abilities are derate.
In the the over indulgence of self-pity, our reality is credence.....
