And at a time when the undersigned has lost so much and is so unmoored, and is in pain and is deciding if at 65 years old he can sever yet more ties and is walking dazed through an impermeable fog utterly unaware what lies ahead and if he should turn back to certain pain or proceed into the unknown, a new country, for perhaps, only perhaps, a better end to his life, he turns to a song of optimistic spiritual devotion and love and he chooses to have this song in his mind as he goes to sleep.

Good night everyone.