No thought of light, nor of desperation.

For a long time I have been unassembled by my researches of intellectual sights, and for sure this would be a gain of supreme highlight and delightful opening of mind, however any of this were not fully obtained at all. Despite of it in deed it happened, and every time I think back on the eras in which I was blind can I be feeling the grief of having lost it for better. Now I see no more clear things or sincere words, this might be a great lost, I can no more feel the real life or love or any of imaginary feelings and values. This is totally unwelcome here on my ground of darkness and heavy thoughts for once It has been light and pure, and in deed the pureness and light had been well known by me and by every one, but by a blind and shadowed eye. All imaginary things have been astonishing and well received by every weakened mind and now it begins to feel uneasy here.