Contentment..Contentment is but the rustling of a breeze that vaguely interrupts the still, eternal night. Nowhere is the veil of darkness lifted..save, in twilight of memories growing ever distant, unburied! in an instant’s recognition; only to be whisked teasingly beyond reach..a horizon that can ne’er be regained. Carry me on thy journey, as well, that I may know an end to this misery..0! cursed winds of despair, —