7

There is some knowledge that comes on the verge of my understanding without full realization of its meaning.  Then it is like swallowing a prune stone, in that my whole being comes to battle with this hard, cased intruder, and will not rest till the kernel is reached.

8

And now at times I suddenly stop in mid-thought, the laughter still on my lips; a sudden pang catches my heart, tears spring to the eyes.  So strong is the longing to share each moment’s joys and laughter.  What has never been cannot be missed; but friendship lost leaves an emptiness one cannot even wish to fill.

9

The lack is in the will, and this is irremediable.  If the will to renew was there then every obstacle could be overcome.  But since the significance is not felt on both sides, then there is no point in pursuing further what has become a mere will-o-the-wisp.