Grieve not for the loss nor rejoice on your fortune for they are the trifles and transient like the toys of your childhood and would not last for the next while or may be you yourself would not need them at all by the next daybreak. Everything, the happenings and you are but the complementary illusions believed to be the justifiable living, though in essence, they are not and are a pack of cards for the convenience of dangerous gambling. Assure yourself therefore not of heaven which baffles even the most righteous, yet the staple for the stupid and naiveté but the sufferings of the hell in knowing that it is better to debunk the unforeseeable comfort of the engulfing darkness that duplicates for the lights.