Nocturnal Depression- Her Ghost Haunts These Walls, from album “Reflections of a Sad Soul”. Lyrics: My hands are caressing the stones Their coldness piercing my skin and creeping to my heart The obscurity mixing black and gray My blinded eyes open theirs Everything there is full of sorrow Everything there is crying Forever lost I take your hands; i follow you to a better place I take your hands; let me stay by your side I take your hands; i follow you to a better place I take your hands; let me stay with you Among these ruins of our life I walk slowly, sufferings tearing me Flashes hurt my mind I see you everywhere, i can’t forget you The rain is falling out, the wind is whispering The world’s turning dark, the ambient cold I feel your presence, your arms around me Your head on my back I killed myself to join you

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How strange it is that the trivial things can make one feel so inadequate? Thankfully, we occasional get moments of equally trivial comeuppance to compensate. The heart has reasons that reason knows not of. Sandel’s Course “Justice: What is the Right Thing To Do?”: www.justiceharvard.org Philosophy Bites: www.philosophybites.libsyn.com Sandel’s Philosophy Bite on the moral limits of markets: www.philosophybites.libsyn.com

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