Herman Melville
wrote in the novel Moby Dick; Whenever I find myself growing grim about the
mouth; whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul; whenever I find
myself involuntarily pausing before coffin warehouses, and bringing up the rear
of every funeral I meet; and especially whenever my hypos get such an upper
hand of me, that it requires a strong moral principle to prevent me from
deliberately stepping into the street, and methodically knocking people's hats
off - then, I account it high time to get to sea as soon as I can.” I will
humbly add that getting connected to the Dao is a fulfilling remedy as well
when the nights are long and cold, and the footing is unsure.
