You could've told me that you fell apart...

Why do you weep, child? We of the fleeting world live only for the moment ahead, giving all our time to the pleasures dreaming and fantasy, the calling of a cricket, the beauty of the moon, waning and growing and being reborn, singing our songs and drinking whiskey, knowing how our lovers smell and the touch of silks, caressing for pleasure, and drifting, always drifting. Listen, child: never sad, always drifting as a lily on the current in the stream of life. How lucky you are, to be the calm eye of the storm where nothing phases you. So focus on your centre to remain balanced, let your life flow like a stream of wind,