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B"H bring happiness to some. Sla mming the fingers on the keyboard while simultaneously concentration one's thought to reach the brain of another; mother, brother, father, sister, parent, friend, educator so mewhere in the expanse of the null and void that combine all as one fro m the beginning until the end of the world. I wonder what another's mind feels during my repertoire, surely, it is a dra ma of hedonistic achievement. One aspect of a mazing ability of the mind is to suppla nt unpleasant disappointments with fleeting mo ments of happiness; unique sensitivities to what considered painful is a strength o f perception, the intensity of which can be channeled to positive inspiration. Frustration of the instinct to co mmit a sin is more pleasurable than its satisfaction. One is freed from the burde n of a guilty conscience, and able to pride him or herself in their ethical discretion. As such, the degree to which a person is feeling despicable is the upper limits to wit pleasantries ma y aspire; the calming hum of a tune relieves so much awesome ugliness. A test of endurance that shall be exhausted, in a state of elation over its departure, anticipation of the ecstatic affirmation: that he or she was not overpowered. A measurable triumph over de ath or fear thereof, by realizing no creature is above the painful reality that awaits us all, but to share of pain is to halve a pain. By freeing oneself fro m disparaging fear, he realizes the perception thereof is subjective if not illusory. Unfortunately, there's a form of social paranoia such as not mourning, wailing, or screaming at the top of one's lungs to honor the true happiness of a loving soul's return to its Creator. There is such a thing of grief that attaches to the termination of an interrela tionship and procedures that are beneficial to deal with the experience. I think the idea is to keep the memories alive and thus incorporate the virtues of the deceased into our daily affairs. Interesting how each of our lives has experienced death of sign ificant others. Regarding the topic of happiness, I would offer the thought that our mental apparatus be built on the pre monition o f conjuring up me mories. More than meets the eye that measures timelessness as the backdrop to reality. My subconscious will be happy during sleeping hours, as the brain processes stimulation external and internal without needing definitio n such as now and reality, or whatever, which could depend o n one's apprehension of his purpose in life. A great deal of our 293