Occasionally We give way to Melancholy, but not often. Let’s face it: sometimes things stink.

Nature’s ways are pretty cut and dried. Death can trip Us up, but why fuss about it? Woe seems a bit like an overstatement, like a distinction from Everybody Else.

Our solution to troubling thoughts is to keep chewing and improving ourselves. Those are our assignments. We have to do what We can do.

Hamlet is a pretty good play, all the same.